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How unpleasant one must be to have these thorns growing from the skin

Imagine two individuals with this hideous affliction, though spry with life

A single cohesive thought cannot be retained

Nor can either grasp the curse of their disease

Twin sets of amber hair skirt the neck while my knees are taxed

Eight minutes pass until I'm shirtless, bound by wire, and at mercy of the rats

We are alive, we are alive, we are alive!

Before I could even see their eyes turn red I caught myself thinking "this could be worth it, it might be

fun."