O' death, where is thy sting?
Catching time at all the wrong moments
Trying to grab a soul, and make it just a memory
Dream it away
Death may have come knocking on doors for ages
Refuse to answer and live lives as storybook pages
Don't take yes for an answer
Especially when the formulated plan
Has humanity in shackles
So far from the original, change of plans
it seems
O' death, where is thy sting
If this was the best time to capitalize
on desires and schemes, of which in death's name
were formulated
This mind and heart of one broken vessel would like to know
"Which way is the exit?"


















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