Death, I beg you come,
Pain I cannot bare,
Emotionless and numb,
This mask I wear,
People of true evil,
Lurk around life's turns,
There can be no upheaval,
My mark that angrily burns,
End this poor soul,
Cast out my grief,
Lay me in a grassy knoll,
And write my one belief.
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