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You can polish yourself until the day you die, but you’ll still be defective.

Fly, fly, fly to the sky
everybody knows you’re here to die.
You get one chance, one life,
to prove you’ve got what they don’t
to prove you’re special and watch ‘em choke.
Watch ‘em puff smoke, exhale,
walkin’ down a dark trail
on their way to the end.

The day has come to throw it all away
a coffin left here for you with a cute bouquet
blood smeared across its white surface,
and everyone sheds a tear
but they don’t realize we’re all here to perish.

Enter my world,
and dance to the smell of rotting flesh.

Categories: Poetry
Tags: #Life

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