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The frustration of walking upon this path

We set so carefully up,

Of tiny sticks and string

For the longest minute I have ever felt,

Is unbearable to Bare.

Like Baring the harsh cold ocean

Or the tundra

Where life does not see for miles;

I am dragged.

Where the occupance of life

Is the same as the traveler.

My knees shake and my hands bleed,

As my mind wanders -

Frozen steel of my LUNGS

Send shivers over my skin

As they touch when I stray.

Alive at last

The mendacity of existence

Propaganda like the hope I build,

Like our statues or our path

IT TASTES SO FUCKING DISGUSTING,

Like sand in my lungs

Or salt in my eyes,

Without relief or any sign of help in this barren fucking sea.

IT TASTES SO FUCKING DISGUSTING,

And it is here,

Where the rain still falls, where the sun still soaks,

The sharks still swim, the waves still crash,

The air still stains your lungs;