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Tomorrow

Your Body’s Sore, It Aches With Sorrow.
Not A Moment More Could Bring You Tomorrow.
Your Death Wishes Have Stained Your Hands.

-Blood Splatters- The Hourglass Has Emptied Its Sand

All Your Colors Fade To The World.
A Lifeless Body Hangs From A Cord.
A Silence Exists In This Very Second.

-Silence-As A Single Tear Rains From The Heavens

Black Umbrellas Line The Streets
As Sadden Souls Mourn -
What Lies Six Feet Beneath

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