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[mixmastercereal]

Rust
more and more I rinse it off
and more and more rust I see
it flakes and scabs but continues on
it eats the skin right off of me

it started first at my hands and feet
and I began my transformation
by the time it reached my hips
it was too late for amputation

I pick and peel red rivets run
and scrape off sheets of crimson
but deeper still it penetrates
no quit until it's done

oxygen is its only fuel
I help it with every breath
I have only two choices now
corrosion or a choking death

my worries will be over soon
as my heart will soon rust
all that will be left of me
will be dark red scathing dust