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A bleak reflection of your inner self

Disfigured vision of beauty

Abhor any hint of normalcy

Gorge on defecated pity

Frantic breakdown

Distorted self worth

Mutilating to become

Repugnant pile of stitched swollen flesh

Made in your deity's image

You never find what you're looking for

Perfection a distant visage

Prospects of what society offers you

No solace found where dignity has been sold

Obsessed vacant dusk will breed

Greed filth disease

Soulless your own lives they will bleed

Profit from pain

Putrid humanity rotting out

Stench of despair

Condemned steps to the end will unfold

Beyond repair