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Feb 2022
Dig your own grave
day after day
deep down into the ground
through the roots of the trees
past the skeletons of ancient beasts
into the lava hidden at the core

dig down through layers of soil.
dig until this hell becomes your home
until your own grave is filled full of pain

when your hands will shake from strain
when legs give out and fail you
and your bent back aches
and the darkness becomes more comfortable for your eyes

but do not stop to feel that pain until you reach the fullest extent of what it could possibly be.

then, when no more can be taken
when the heat is moments from consuming you. you will awake
and fade from this false heaven we call our home.
Rick
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