Every time you ash a cigarette,
You don't expect to feel regret,
But you're just one drag closer to the end,
And when you're done you've killed your only friend,
Lonely souls billowing in the night sky,
On every exhale I wonder why,
So many people are willing to die,
Maybe we subconsciously know,
That our bodies are keeping us from letting go,
Death is the only answer,
Freeing our people like a quick spreading cancer,
Once we're all dead the world can be at peace,
And all of the evil will cease,
To exist,
And not a man will be missed.

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