No Escape - Poem by ditch pledger
Flying high not wanting to die
I wave my arms, but it's easier to glide.
Deep in the water, I'll probably drown, My limbs are rozen as if i were in the ground.
I move my legs, but it is easier to drift. Through the filters of life I feel myself sift.
I'll do well in the fires of Hell, although to the devil, my soul is not for sale.
I pray to God, but I have to say. The Prince of Darkness has had his way.
For all the effort in glory or vain, The toll is your soul to be collected some day.
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