I still find myself groveling at the feet of your mercy
I'm infinitely stowed away as a slave to your pride,
and will never be free
I've lost all hope for survival
I have no hope of one day calling you "friend" or
"rival"
But neither of us care
I just want to live, but you've got nothing to lose, no
sudden pain to bear
My words mean nothing to you, so I'm sure there's
no way out
I know I've lost this game, without a doubt
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 12:27 AM UTC
I still find myself groveling at the feet of your mercy
I'm infinitely stowed away as a slave to your pride,
and will never be free
I've lost all hope for survival
I have no hope of one day calling you "friend" or
"rival"
But neither of us care
I just want to live, but you've got nothing to lose, no
sudden pain to bear
My words mean nothing to you, so I'm sure there's
no way out
I know I've lost this game, without a doubt
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