Home sliding toward a cliff
Could’ve pulled it back when
Muscles were connected
And fibers didn’t separate
Mother fu**ing karmic debt
I swear
It better be paying forward
Grunting and sweating to lift
Even the most light of stones
Turning with suppressed screams
As joints tear at injured sites again
Just claim disability and become a nobody
Where any advance will forever be blocked
Next levels dealing with suffering
Conscripted to martyrdom, afterall
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