Torn tissue, bleeding palms,
shows there is no loving god!
Leaving this world in red and clear drops,
I must first voice my true thoughts.
So hear now to my maker,
my lord,
my life taker.
I must tell you of what he has done,
chosen me for the devils fun!
You see he chooses at first breath,
who can stand the pain,
who is best.
Me,
you see must of caught his eye,
piercing him to hand me a hard life!
So this is his FUN,
his JUST,
HIS GAME! !
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