BODY RIPPED AWAY FROM EXISTENCE

I exist in the smoke of my ruins and no longer feel my senses

Death raced with my dreams and won the gold medal.

My bones are scattered from the horrors of reality

Crucified on the wooden beam of nonexistence,

And my eyes flitting between bodies in search of the divine miracle.

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