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The Darkest Kiills


I see darkness, on the horizon.

 Am I ready for this. Am I ready to go.

 

To disappear when no one is watching 

 

 An Run to the woods, to set up the noose
  

As I feel lost- and why I feel empty.

 

As I  don’t see an escape for me.

 At least, I know,  Someone’s done this before me

 

 To fall off this chair

 

Not goner hurt no one

Now my time has come

 

Goner breathe my last breath

so much pressure on I’m chest

 

Before My feet leave this chair

Goner say my last prayer 

 

Please God why is this the only way

I know I’ve had I lot to say 

 

To get me out of this place

With out leaving a Trace

 

People call me a disgrace

Fuck this awful Race... 

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