like a robot, whose arms go separate ways.
feeling like tin and steel,
but feeling a human still,
being torn apart,
like the scar up in the sky tears, from side to side our blue,
and all the things get deeper sun.
then cancer, then death, then the stinks.
everyone will get their coats on,
everyone will run, fleeing from the plague.
corpses piling up, getting as high as the moon,
making everyone feel small, making me feel numb.
now fasten your seatbelts, cause we are in for a ride,
that noone has got out alive.
its the black death, its the new age
being infected is a new kind of fashion now.
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