It feels as if my stomach is roasting
Over open flame,
Blistering and turning
In agony’s sick reign
Day in and day out
My pulse runs astray,
Like a foaming rottweiler
Who has broken its chain
It feels as if my stomach is roasting
Over open flame,
Blistering and turning
In agony’s sick reign
Day in and day out
My pulse runs astray,
Like a foaming rottweiler
Who has broken its chain
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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