In my afterlife, I'll rise again Destroy all the ones who laughed Kill them all, able to think, flex my limbs Talk and socialize, live my life... No future, an obscenity, Why was I chosen to suffer? Hoping I wake up, And the curse has left my soul Attempts at speech are drowned in laughter I writhe and grit my teeth in anger, why? Not allowed to make decisions, If only I could tell them all I can think
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