Ultimate Freedom
A temptation so sweet..
The idea that might be the one thing that can be my release,
my Escape...
Life is something given,
to my understanding, everything given
is also meant to be something one could also take.
But what time?
By who?
All things people seem to disagree on.
Though I knew.
Since I was seven I kind of figured it had to be me
No one but me can end this agony..
So on that case I was never cut out for heaven
The ultimate sin is the key to my ultimate..
FREEDOM.
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