I am a wreckage
In this life passage
I am an iconic message
In this grueling package
I am the scars
Of existence masters
Shinning brighter
In my crude flatter
Deep pains embedded in my clutter
shutter in all life matters
Blood butter in my life's batter
All in the verge of being better
Bitter kissing my altar.
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