Footnote: The Second; An Excercise in Surrealism

Just a bit of automatic writing that I did in about a minute.

Boiling blood,
Hate and fear,
Darkness eternal,
Hatred and suffering.
Pity me not,
For I fear nothing.
Death’s embrace,
Chilled face,
Knife in hand,
Slashed face.
Pity me not,
I won’t rot.
Death’s embrace,
Chilled face.

The End

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