Pull the string till it snaps,
Release the tension in your grasp,
Rip it back no will to attack,
The fire burns the fated track,
A simple plan turns ever coarse,
Strained from expectation's force,
Give in to the voices that haunt,
Accept the venom that oozes taunt,
Bleeding internally wisdom fails,
Corpse grows cold forgotten tales
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