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It's mild outside but cold within
I wage a war that I can't win
I feel a breeze above my head
There hangs a sword from one thin thread

I cower, crouch and clutch my breast
I dare not sleep, relax or rest
I wait for death to cruelly fall
I place my bets and make the call

Impervious to future goals
I stand on ice that's full of holes
My armour chafes, my skin is raw
I gaze into Thanatos maw

Disconnected, running scared
A heedless flight, my thoughts impaired
My brain is numb, my vision's blurred
I must escape from what's occurred

My wall of bricks will soon crash down
And overwhelmed I'll surely drown
Will someone throw a rescue line
Or pull the pin and toss the mine?

I must find meaning in this life
There is no need to whet the knife
My trials are the grinding stone
They've left me ostracized, alone

I place one foot and then the next
Ignore the feel of being hexed
I wade through sit in which I'm mired
Allow myself to be inspired

I grip my faith, though tenuous
Attempt the course, though strenuous
The consequences must be borne
I grasp the bull by both the horns

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