This is What I Did
I am scared they will find out soon in due time
‘twill be the end of promises I’ve made
Something important in exchange of mine
Fair but funny from a creature of hate
None shall find out, it will mean death if so
I will do anything to keep it safe
Will it ever be better I don’t know
Tis is not at all freewill but of fate
As you are reading this I am long gone
There’s nothing you could’ve done to help me
If you tried to help me you would be wrong
For I am fine with this, as you can see
I have now what I wanted all along
Soul of thy mother, in trade for my own
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