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A hell put attack on me sent an assassin, chill to fear, that yell taunts a joke punishment, on the bathroom floor bell projects clear an image.

I am heating in a seat enduring pains to lower, mounts it to sick facts, low moment at defeat, dancing conga line of at strikes all to beat me.

Pain it inside its grips my body to bow curling me, drifting slow head fallen low my waist line, circled legs with arms ends my shaking knees.

I'm found in this daze the kick inflicted on me, climbing illnesses laid a maze, ends a mind's consciousness huffs in this haze delusion pain.

My sweat dripping off drops my top forehead, forming a lake to stop a big stream high flows, by shape tear it to hop not from any given eye.

I open eyes and see a form design it nearer a toe, drawing it another drop seen twin brother of me, heard not them there their mark it's me.

Eyes viewing it clearly sees a bust of a grown man, shoulders a head forming its dust image, projecting soul in pain illustrating its must say.

I'm sick seated in this bathroom howling, see growling an image peer man loud cry taunts hit me, prowling this gate sent from its unknown.