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I see that I'm a loser

I see that I am dead

I see that I'm a bruiser

I see I have no cred.

I see that I'm in hunger

I see I must slake my thirst

I see I'm not getting younger

I see my left hand's cursed

I see that the enemy's winning

I see I wont find true love

I see that soon I'll stop sinning

I see that there's no god above

I see that my writings are stupid

I see that my pens are all broken

I see life's a dream that stays lucid

I see that my truths die unspoken

I see that metal's my calling

I see that my drumsticks are splintered

I see that red snowflakes are falling

I see I toil forever in winter

I see that I'm a killer

I see what I did's not my fault

I see that some tracks are filler

I see that this poem must halt.