November 17th | "Left To Suffer"

The lowest of lows
is a trip down below
the Earth's crust
where we rust
and pound our fists
on the inevitable cysts
of life.

The hardest of falls
are followed by the call
of someone in pain
whose hope has been slain
by our own metal hearts
where the true struggle starts
in strife.

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