.I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat.
A sack full of hissin' snakes, laying at my feet.
I see colors that don't exist, feel pain that isn't mine,
Gone from dirt to mud,
Gone from mud to slime.
When you're ready! To come home!
Whan you've had enough.
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