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I will not obey, we are equivalent,

Unlikely contestants in this game of life,

You will not pass this test.

Lately love has faded into imitation,

False obsession coursing through my veins,

We have yet to discover lust.

No meaning behind the words "I'm Sorry,"

I do not shun death away, I await it,

And all it's sickening rituals.

I will not cry, go ahead and throw your pain towards me,

To endure and ignore would only make death quicker,

The final phase of the test is agony.

No longer on the leash of life, I smile,

I grow my wings and pass through the gate of flesh,

Only to find myself in a lake of fire.