INTERNAL BLEEDING
Do not tell me how to live our lives are not the same, My soul lost a flame, But I haven’t lost my mind. I'm still in the game, Someone shot me in the liver, it was the target, I got internal bleeding and it's a tough step, Burning lungs is all that I feel, Did you want to kill me? A lot of blood was spilled, I believe that I will breathe, Did you think that I would die because of this? You are not so far-sighted, If you are, then why haven't I died? All facts form only one answer, YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME, I have not lost my nerve, You chose the wrong opponent, Internal bleeding won't kill me I woke up and see blackness around, Apparently I'm in my head, and now I'm dying from a bunch of wounds, It feels like I'm spitting acid out now, I'm alone in the void and it seems I am psycho, There is no ray of light, there is no light, no, Why don't I break through the void now, why not, Void is my element, I don’t know how much time I spent in this, In any case, there I miss, It’s worse here even than at the peak of bliss, Interestingly, while I was in the astral body, my physical body picked up some kind of disease? Or am I dying of internal bleeding? My instinct tells me that I'm just going crazy in my ego, I ain't feel a shot through the liver, Now I feel like I'm floating in the darkness like in a river, Interestingly, the trigger is still near my head? Or am I already dead? I see an angel and he's gone crazy, Is this reality, or is it my fantasy? Most likely I'm already dead, but why am I in paradise? My path was supposed to lead to the core of hell...
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