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Born to Die

If we are all born to Die,

And when we Die, people Cry,

Yet we are predetermined to eternally fry,

deep in the Depths of Hell.

What business do We have keeping Well?

simply just to ring our own bell?

To put off this damnation

is simply procrastination,

Give in to the extermination,

and your ultimate obliteration.

But these beliefs may prove False

so don’t make them deal with the loss

with someone so good as you

its never to late to Start your life Anew


End It

Just end it now

before it gets too much

I dont wanna think about

all the other stuff.

It’s just too much

The thoughts rattle my brain

I’m going insane.

Help me to retain

The normal thoughts that once came

Into my brain.

But now I’ve had too much

I don’t want to think about

That kind of stuff.

So I take the rope

Tie it loose with the hope

That might not end here

But who am I kidding?

The end is near.