Dismember me please
to strike this disease
that has me on knees
exposed on some tree.

What I choose is grand
for the killer in me man
he has an issue to land
with me in quick-sand.

What am I supposed to
be for the best us two
we have seen an end to
all we would have redo.

The river is fast tumble
this cylinder is humble
as we greet tomorrow
let us not ever stumble.

For the world craves us
on the edge of our head
let us try to be truth led
as we stumble from bed.

The body is weak error
is a way I do business.
It truly coy but brutal is
its grip a ploy I witness.

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