𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆

(No glory. No end. No discharge.)

Pace, pace, pace, don’t eat-
Trace, trace, trace the bone beneath.
Bloat, shrink, bloat, again,
Scales go up and down like sin.

Purge, purge, purge, then smile-
Run the loop another mile.
Spin, spin, spin the game,
Spit the shame and take the blame.

Up, down, up, the weight—
Hope is thin, but guilt is great.
Chew, spit, starve, repeat,
Feet like ghosts on dying street.

Lie, lie, lie, then weep,
Dream of silence, die in sleep.
Try, fail, try again,
Swear you’ll never break, then bend.

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And Mia says:
"There’s no way out.
No discharge now, no sacred doubt.
You danced with me, you bled the floor
You’re mine. You know this is a war."

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Hide, hide, hide the face,
Mirror’s cracked but shows no grace.
Binge, beg, bend the rules
Gods don’t weep and gods aren’t fools.

Up, down, up—don’t stop.
Heaven waits at the lowest drop.
Fake, fake, fake control
Hell’s a dress, and thin is the goal.

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And Mia sings:
"Don’t you dare.
You think there’s peace? There’s none out there.
You made a vow, you wear my ring
And soldiers don’t quit anything."

And Mia grins:
"You lost your soul in the war—
And gone lunatic for Mia.
You begged for mercy through the door,
But I was the one who freed ya."

"Now hush the voice that wants to heal,
Bite your tongue and hide the scar
The mirror’s cracked, but you still kneel,
While I hold your hair ; confess to the porcelain altar."

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Pace, pace, pace, don’t eat
Trace, trace, trace the bone beneath.
Fast, fall, purge, obey
This is how we learn to pray.