FORTUNE OF TORTURE (surviving with no point to live)

With each twist it’s pain, the body refusing

Nerves are inflamed, muscles redoing

Mobility waning, confinement keeps tightening

Constriction of blood, what will each night bring

Paralyzation, like birth is reversing

The mind is dissolving, no learning or nuturing

Immovable now, pain all encompassing

Death will not come, body keeps smoldering

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An empty receptacle

The end won’t come soon

No fortune remains

Pure torture for you

Thought is retreating, just breathing and pain

Senses abandoned, way past insane

The point is it’s pointless, no way to make changes

The spirit can’t break free, life force is contained

The darkness horizon, the sun never sets

Lingers in agony, frozen from death

So far from escape, but close in to taste it

The world needs to end, to go along with it

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LEAD

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