Death has taken so much away from me,
and it has cause my family so much greif.
Its a sneaky, twisted cold dark game,
the grim reapers creeping
checking off the names.
Why is it that death takes the wrong.?
and leaves the people who dont want too carry on.
the best person too me,
died 5 years ago
why couldnt it have been me?
Someone who didnt want too die,
was caught in this viscious circle of lies
a city of angels are wating for me,
the grim reapers taking his time
too come take me.
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