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stuck in a world that I never made,

stuck in the celluoid of time and space,

stuck to my shadow on the wall

led into the slaughterhouse to bleed,

watching other animals as they feed,

sweating and cursing on my knees,

realizing I have nothing left to loose,

all I can do now is get drunk on some booze

until it is time to leave this forsaken party,

and descend into some unknown hole,

and feel what its like to have not a soul,

there I will be reborn to play another role,

assigned another place in this endless story

again to be stuck in a world I never made,

where behind the scenes the grand inquistor

pulls my strings, it is he who is responsible

for this endless struggle, this infinite existence

of death and rebirth,  how exausting it is

to be human, to know how the story begins

and ends, to have no control over becoming,

to be fucked by fate, to be stuck in a world that

you never made.