And there I lay
Silently still
Calming myself
As there I felt
The need of beratement
Which led to tears
And the subsequent need
To calm calm down
Aye some Strordinaire
I was I wasn't
At least not yet
And one would have to wonder
If so I would become
As there I was
Covered in anything but
The glory of my done
Trash alas
Yes fitting for sure
Though saved from hearing
His unending laughter
So at least at least
It wasn't as bad
As bad it could have been
Like I could have died. And in fact, maybe I did, but was brought back, by the power of the suit. Not that I knew for certain either way. And that wasn't good. "Oh man, this is not my day."
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