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Kind of epitome
Biting my skin and scratching my nails.
Killing my time and confirming my names.
No more soothing blue in the sky.
Just a random plain unnoticed by the eye.
Precision blends with determination.
The mix gets matter ending in disintegration.
Determining how precisely what matters will fail.
Every hit randomly damaging my back like a whirling flail.
I envisioned my path to the solution.
Leading up to a meaningless revolution.
Put a chord against the throat without remorse.
I’ll play human’s favourite song with my life-force.
The value of existence equals to pointless and zero.
Yet the taste of its essence reminds the one of a hero.

The way it starts thus it ends.
You are the capstone of my taste.
I’ll eternally make amends.