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a sinners death


The last breath I take 

The  last smile I fake

The last step I walk

The last hand I hold

 

My body slowly turning cold 

Tell my story

Relieve me of my pain

Death, walk towards me

 

Grab my lifeless soul

And take me with you

Why take the  innocent 

When you can have a man 

Whos sins 

Were as numbered

As the clouds in the sky

Whose hands were as bloody 

 As a surgeon after operation

Whos heart bleed with pain and regret 

Whose mind was trapped by lust and wealth

 

The last dollar I spend 

The last evil thing I defend 

The last tear I shed 

The last day I dread

Because now im 

 

dead

 
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