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like a fiction, but faker,
the dawn illuminates the ground
to reveal the living and the dead
it's 6:03 and i'm waiting for my deus ex machina
my cure for this amnesia
self-administered anesthesia
the signs surround me but dysphasia
can never translate the night

i think i was once a child
but naked and covered in blood
like a newborn on this north Texas roadside
it's 6:08 and i'm waiting for life to coagulate
i choke back tears and strangulate
face to face with the god i hate
my skin allows red to permeate
and i wonder if it is mine

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