Thrashing against the rusted bars,

Yearning to see the rusted stars,

That live, scattered in the frost-night-sky,

In this rotting cage, I too, shall die,

Among the corpses and bones of past lives,

Ended abrubtly by sharpened knives,

Wrung out, drained of all blood and fight,

Oh cruel universe, let me die tonight.

The End

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