High To Die Poem by Satan's Sibling

High To Die



Leave me be,
I wish to die,
And be left to face the new alone.
My will is set,
My path is planned,
All i will condone.
I hear hell's hounds,
At my door,
As I lie in wait.
I see to live,
I feel to die,
On the narrow and straight.

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Satan's Sibling

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In the Bahamas. (I wish)
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