An angel came to me one day
In self pity I pushed him away
He returned with a mighty host
Too late for I was now a ghost
Hold my hand he pleaded with me
I bring caring hearts for thee
Darkness ruled, I could not accept
Leave me alone in hot tears I wept
Self pity does my soul corrupt
From agony does madness erupt
Leave me alone, no love I deserve
From a icy cold grave never swerve
Few friends perhaps did truly care
I cut them all out in deep despair
Earned what I got tis really true
By what right do I this end rue?
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