ρerfectioɳ

ρerfectioɳ

it kills
it destroys
it will consume me before the end

it bleeds
it disheartens
i will be dead before the end 

what is this that holds me in chains?
these chosen chains of futility
i want to be perfect before the end...

i will chase perfection to the bitter end. 

The End

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