Hydra

 

hey it's that time again

the rains returned

see if your roots last another aound

 

the winds a whipping

girls a crying

will you be

the last man standing?

 

worse this time

if black is the absense of light

than this sky

is the nonexistance of the word

 

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the time has come to choose

between the fire

and the pins and kneedles

 

with nothing to lose

all know you as a liar

imprisoned in these cells

 

time to prepare the noose

please help me raise it higher

from the world, i will repel

 

if it happens to be to loose

than i shall ignite with this lighter

to find myself in a deepr hell