"8 of swords" βοΈ
Jul. 7th, 2025 05:55 pm
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Tape my eyes, now blind I be, never shall I see the sea,
while holding two swords; I swallow five more,
I inflict only pain upon me, that is for sure.
Fire in the belly of some beast,
shadows of my shadow that just won't sleep,
a life spent only counting, counting until the end of me.
Victim I am, victim I'll stay, "victims aren't we all" as they say.
Settle in my skin while I just pretend; these aren't wounds bleeding again.
Restless is the soul,
and bored is its fool,
the heart has gone cold as death goes to school.
Now which one shall learn?
And which one shall teach?
Which one shall follow?
And which one shall lead?
I tell you truly, neither
one shall ever be me.
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