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The Final Solution


Look at this, yes this

Is such a bloody mess.

All because of her, now

Watch this blade taste flesh.

But the release is better

Than my prayers to God.

Yes life is cruel and those

That I've trusted are frauds.

Yes, stare in amazement

As I carve death into my skin.

Look on as it pierces to

The bone that's deep within.

My wounds cry for the grave;

The physical pain is temporary.

This existence is time borrowed,

And the weight is too much to carry. N.H

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