Supply Cleric from Atomadam's Apple by Atomadam

Dare to cross my feet or lash my back as a reminder of defeat when times go bad. Yeah, they always do.
I don't mean to speak of unfamiliarities but some time ago I lost the need for building families. I guess now the truth I lack indeed, simply the fact I know the world will keep turning if not faster without me.
All this horror seems to paint a morbid scene but if you ride the line between dead and fine that's where I'll be.
Go against the way the card you're dealt are played. Cuz it's all one big elaborate game and we're the means by which a losing hand is made. With no purpose or point to stay, who wouldn't wish to leave this place?

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