Destiny stalks me like a beast stalking prey.
I am a beast in every way.
And I pray for release.
Release from this tide,
Carrying war famine and genocide.
These lines in my hand,
Like a bar code,
Claim my life.
Sealing me into this world of strife.
I say "no more!" and grasp the knife.
With my palm turned up to the sky
So filled with lies.
This fate has made me irate!
So I slash at my palms to kill destiny
These new scars are my new lines.
And I am the one holding the key
The key that unlocks me.
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