Let every breath of reap and sorrow
Be postponed till due tomorrow
As every thought is clipped of greed…
I try tomorrow, remember me
Escape from death, sadness’ tome
From reaping rights forever roam
Light, bright as sunshine, but smooth as sea
She cries tomorrow, remember me
White stained walls, from madness main
You choose to charge the coming train
Faster, faster, the men yell free
They lie tomorrow, remember me
Blood stained walls of slickened slime
You do not hear the awful chime
Forget tomorrow, and you will see
I die tomorrow, remember me
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