It's not if, but when
Each second builds pressure
The clock ticking away till,
Something snaps.
It's not a matter of
The Camels fate,
But,
Which straw will break,
It's strained back?
Something bad is going to happen,
Maybe not now,
Not today,
But soon
I can feel it in my heart,
Every breath.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:08 AM UTC
It's not if, but when
Each second builds pressure
The clock ticking away till,
Something snaps.
It's not a matter of
The Camels fate,
But,
Which straw will break,
It's strained back?
Something bad is going to happen,
Maybe not now,
Not today,
But soon
I can feel it in my heart,
Every breath.
Not so fun fact: The first symptom of a wrong type blood transfusion is a sense of impending doom
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