What is today but only the prelude to tomorrow
Happiness is a preview of foredooming sorrow
Beating the dead horse to draw the gnats
Feasting on your pity to breed the new generation
You will forget everything in seconds
To make room for future mistakes
Devouring time like the mouth of a lion
Feeding on the corpse of his newest kill
Blood dripping down his chin to a pool at his feet
Dear woman, with your words so deadly
Fiery darts do fly from your tongue
And they are all directed at me
For all the torment of eternity
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