Dying Breath: A Familiar Despair

  Falling forward towards the room

  For which the antichrist does loom

  Collapsed I gaze in multitude

  Of that familiar despair

  And tethered to these thorny shackles

  The damned sinners who dare cackle

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  As I face the mighty jackal

  Of that familiar despair

  Anon I gain my focus back

  I strike out as methinks he slacks

  BUT NO, he counters my attack

  With that familiar despair

  I know my vision was my vice

  Merely a dream made for the mice

  So, I slit my only eyes twice

  With that familiar despair

  Firing from that coarse brimstone

  The only hope I’ve ever known

  Victory, my eye’s darkness shown

  With that familiar despair