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The sickled cell moon, looking down, with its waning eyes

To me, thoughts of this place, with its trivialness

This is not a test, but only a beginning; of which, I am the end

Comes to a close, at the beginning of another world, I lost myself

There are not only knives raining down upon the masses

But the accidental start inflicts the sharpest stab wound

Enduring this weather, is all that we're taught

How could everything go so wrong?

I see this, perpetual, purgatory, where souls amalgamate, LED, astray