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Twisting & turning Swirling around The tornado thoughts From which I weep Escape is futile Having to endure The ******* vortex Of ritual obsessions Pulling deeper And deeper down Gasping for air The surface so close And yet so far On this sea of misery The tormentors all bang Their paranoid drums Of all events to come In a future of hellish abyss The glimpse of light A faraway touch The waiting an agony But alas, it is never to end Until the asphalt Comes sharply into view And with a fond farewell I kiss the world goodbye.
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:53 PM UTC
Seasons In The Abyss
Twisting & turning Swirling around The tornado thoughts From which I weep Escape is futile Having to endure The ******* vortex Of ritual obsessions Pulling deeper And deeper down Gasping for air The surface so close And yet so far On this sea of misery The tormentors all bang Their paranoid drums Of all events to come In a future of hellish abyss The glimpse of light A faraway touch The waiting an agony But alas, it is never to end Until the asphalt Comes sharply into view And with a fond farewell I kiss the world goodbye.
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:53 PM UTC
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