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- The walls are closing in
- Drawing ever closer.
- Cold metal against skin,
- Bones snap under the weight
- Start over, one more go
- Sharp blade severs the flesh.
- Crimson life starts to flow
- Fresh blood for the machine.
- Steel holds their broken hands.
- Chain restricts their movement.
- Skin charred by molten brands,
- Marked with furious doom
- I jolt up in darkness
- I weep at my visions
- No more than a carcass
- A vessel of decay
- So I slip back to Hell,
- Torturous nightmares live.
- With not a soul to sell
- I claw at coming day
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