End of time, done with life.
May my soul lay to rest?
Every motion and emotion,
Now I can finally address.
These wicked thoughts that brew inside,
Twisted words that fill my mind.
These words will be my end,
The last word will mean I'm dead.
I look up to the sky and i fall to my knees,
Crying out to the Lord,
"This time take me please"
Get angry at the fact of this creation I see.
A delusion wasted path of my life you gave to me.
When I tried to give it back,
both times I failed to leave.
Now my time alive,
I've gained the sight,
to conquer number three.
To make it through the dark light time
A darkness space can't see your mind.
Alone inside exists no life
My soul will fall asleep tonight.
My shell this flesh will rot away.
The dirt from earth inside my grave.
Consumes what's left of my remains.
Till I'm gone from this earth
Decomposed into waste.
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