Again once more I feel paralyzed through my bones,
fatigue talks hold and rests me in the stone.
The weakness and delicacy welcomes themselves home,
above me they scream "We have greatly grown!".
Before long, they nestle themselves back into their almighty thrones.
Powerless against these cruel foes,
I buckle down to their gruesome toes.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
Again once more I feel paralyzed through my bones,
fatigue talks hold and rests me in the stone.
The weakness and delicacy welcomes themselves home,
above me they scream "We have greatly grown!".
Before long, they nestle themselves back into their almighty thrones.
Powerless against these cruel foes,
I buckle down to their gruesome toes.
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