the sky is black the day is warm,
this horrid sight looks like a happened storm
theres noone around im getting a little scared, there lying on the road is a rotting grizzly bear,
the smell of death creeps around, hits me, and now im on the ground,
the end is here i know that but,
id rather have died with someone i loved
R.I.P.
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