So many slugs around my soul
Which try to find a piece to bite.
So vile and slick, I feel them crawl,
They know the ways to sneak inside...
Though they don't know the simplest thing,
My flesh is slowly being wrecked.
I am the Phoenix, rising wings
To burn them down and resurrect.
Slugs
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