Yay. Two nights without sleep. Bloody wonderful.
I wonder for how long a human can survive without sleep.
We'll get to know it soon enough, in worst case.
They spin me round in a rotting womb.
They let me see inside this tomb.
That I am bittered and I'm nothing that they like.
But I have plans yet still untold.
To buy me in a land of old.
A beautiful grave to hide my dreary soul, inside.
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