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A Thorn of Justice
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My LiFe In WoRdS.... There's a thorn in my side,
catching, slicing, ripping
It drives itself into my skin
and I cannot remove it.
The thorn digs deeper into my soul,
bearing my secrets to the world.
I bleed onto the floor,
crying for some seclusion.
I struggle just to breathe,
thorn deflating my left lung.
True aim was for the heart,
and I feel the oxygen release.
My blood is sticky-sweet,
it bubbles over my naked flesh.
The thorn has pricked me again,
and I feel myself start to sleep.
The thorn, it is so small,
and I, I am so unwise.
The blood is my penance,
for a life I lived with lies.
