Do you ever stare at the sky
Starting to wonder
Knowing that someday, you will die
Screaming inside you crave to plunder
All those bad things you crave to forget
Cry a river until you are broken
That body you threw into that ocean, you sweat
Then speak until you have spoken
Your time is up
You will die
Your crimes; there aren't enough
You wont be coming back, so say "good bye"
Take that knife
End your life
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