Bearing downwith the time
on these not-so-broad
shoulders of mine,
building, building,
temperature's rising,
the rush coming,
nothing surprising,
yet still forceful,
yet still fierce,
the high-pitched screams
for ears it does pierce.
Sweat dripping
until it's pouring
in moments never
construed as boring,
harsh terms reigning
supremely in the thick,
harsh terms staying
around to stick.
Moments unbearable
but asked to be bore
even when it's known
none can be taken, nothing more.
Pressures palpable,
air so thick
hearts become black,
smoking making them sick.
Knees buckling
to the ground
to be part
of a mound
but not before
a gross death,
the bloody beheading,
a fate met.
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