Murder Is My Birthright

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It seems like time
Will forever last 
In this near perfect world,
Where I have no past.
 
I never hunger,
I never thirst,
I never wonder
What comes first.
 
I am not standing
Nor do I sit.
Maybe I'm floating, 
Yes, perhaps that's it.
 
It seems like time
Will forever last 
In this near perfect world,
I've naught more to ask.
 
It's warm here
And my room is small,
Every time I stretch 
I bump into the wall.
 
There's a soft glow, 
There's a warm light,
I hear a small drum beat
Saying everything's all right.
 
The room it shrinks
Either that or I grow,
Time starts to reveal
What I don't know.
 
It seems like time
Will not forever last
In this near perfect world,
The end is coming fast
 
Suddenly there is a change
And I'm feeling very strange
I think there's a type of claw
I can only stare in awe.
 
It grabs my arm
I feel the pain
My bones sound a crack
Like a horses reign
 
I cry out in silence
Can anyone hear?
Slowly I slip away
Into the abyss of fear.
 
I can't bear it 
As the pain carries on
Why in the world
Is this allowed by my mom?
 
What did I do, 
Why doesn't she fight
I guess it's too late to know
Why murder has become my birthright.

 

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