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Yellow Pen

A pressure upon my skin,
A probing yellow pen,
Dictates what death could come,
Ink flows through my wound,

A weight upon my heart,
Sad wounds laced with heat,
Foretell what pain may come,
Tounge of ice, soul of fire, slice,

A burden set upon my soul,
The gentle drone is defeaning,
Praytell I fell destrution set,
Skin of steel, faith like men,