Terror, sheer terror; some like it raw

Such a strange assertion, but their pain is the law

One such person, I once knew quite well

Their fate was determined, their soul set to sell

Hate filled their heart, poison seeped through their veins

Such dry withered hopes, such agonizing strains

This dark wave of sadness, this icy disease

The fever infects so many, yet we still have friends like these

They hack and they hack, until they are hollow

Coughing up their cash, finding someone to follow

Whatever you do, you must find the cure

“Save” this drowning man, and you’ll both sink for sure

 

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