A Hatchet Buried (Shortened)
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© 2025, DistroKid. All rights reserved. NeckbeardSlayer, Metal Lair. Ever see a man caught in the throes of mad ambition? Sinking in a mire of hostile inconvinces? Mired in self-serving confusion I would hate to tell you I'm similar I'd be lying if I said I wasn't Someday They'll carve what survives onto stone But devastated You'll see it was mostly unbeknownst By a flood of hyperdiluted motives Nausea as you see the one who survives Split in two in front of you I'm burying a hatchet in the words of my forebears A million words doused in reigniting fuel Bury, Break Bury, Break Bury, Break Bury, Break A tradition overturned Not forgotten I was blessed to see it turn But now I'm alone Coward Coward Coward Coward
