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And sometime later I came to

Not knowing what else I should do

Blood still flows from twitching limbs

What will this new awakening bring?

What is this short straw that I drew?

My amputees before my eyes

Dance and then I realise

Mad and morbid puppets leer

And my body held so dear

Now in pieces does cavort

Should this hope I now abort?

So can I hold on?

It’s the dance of blood

To this hope I spawn

It’s the dance of blood

The vibrance of each body part

Makes attack on hope-rampart

All I own now is my chest

Thigh and forearm is the rest

Gangrenous but with life impart

So can I hold on?

It’s the dance of blood

To this hope I spawn

It’s the dance of blood

In the face of death

It’s the dance of blood

Till my dying breath?

Dying...dying...breath...