as i stand on that hill
i start to look down
and realize that soon
ill fall to the ground
as i start the fall down
i cant help but look
to find one more thing
another mess left to cook
both hands are gone
and most of my head
my legs too are broken
my heart knows I'm dead
but i keep on believing
and take one more hit
a blow that will kill me
this is finally it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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