I didn't write this with the intention of it becoming a limerick, but that's pretty much how it turned out.
I know the consequences and I don't give a damn
Lead me to the slaughter like a righteous lamb
When the feeling's gone and the pain's in sight
I'll probably look back with a curse for tonight
But right now I just don't care.
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