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My skin is too tight

My muscles too weak

My bones too brittle

To contain this bulging shape

A walking assemblage of symptoms

Is all I have become

Bound together by sheer will

Why is it so difficult just to exist?

This pain is unbearable

A manifestation

Of my worst attributes

Like a doppelgänger

Walking around in my skin

As their strength grows

Mine is diminished

A vacuous hatred

Bred into their blood

Take a hatchet to the roots of their treacherous tree

As our strength grows

Theirs is diminished

Every seed that they have sown

Shall be plucked from the ground

Every trumpet they have blown

Will scarcely make a sound

Herald! The end of man

Makot Mitzrayim

Moses, stretch your hand

Marked by blood of the lamb

In the realms of their wretched empire

All the myths that they’ve devoured

Every cyclops in dragons’ dens

The imperial wizard grows his power

Rain each plague upon them

We shall mourn for none among these ghouls

Hold fast, each lash furious with vengeance

Dam

Tzfardeiya

Kinim

Arov

Dever

Shechin

Barad

Arbeh

Choshech

Makat B’chorot