my life

has no meaning

this is

a battle

in the grounds

on the grounds

the vicious ones

synthetic

in disguise

under waterfall

collapse

in my mind

the introvulsion

the guttural moan

my spewing foam

and a tic

a beat

of the foil

right in the eye

of the beast

slain

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