Here we go again
from the depths of the worst,
from the mouths of deceivers
to the ears of the firsts.
Staring at further
down than thought possible,
a fate just a week past
thought to be implausible.
Lying on this back
fatigued from carrying the load,
shoving more down
this throat that's forced to choke.
Now there's no choice
but to stare up,
staring up at rock bottom,
sipping from this nearly empty cup.
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