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That finger in the face was enough

To bring forth the atavistic,

Unrestrained savagery of violence

The punch line of your short life is delivered

With rib crushing, face destroying,

Internally hemorrhaging finality

There’s no escape

Maybe tomorrow or in fifty years

There’s no escape

A moment’s lapse in judgment

Slipped a little to the left… oh fuck

Last words hanging on your tongue for a year

Shaking hands, the defeated sleep of exhaustion

Riddled with cruel, thriving cancer

Or pinned within burning machinery

Not that many nice ways to die

It’s almost random, rolling over you, you’re done

There’s no escape

God won’t save you, motherfuck

There’s no escape