The Dark Days🖤
The day seems so dark, that I couldn't find myself
To survive was so tough, that I keep hurting myself.
Cooking a lot for the future, wish I ain't a bad chef.
Wish, I can go back in time.
To repair my past crime.
So I can have it easy, with THE MAKER at my prime.
Take My Life and Let it be.
I'm out of Green, so I just want to be free.
Oblivion is what I seek for, don't mind it's transitory.
Popoola Uthman(Fo dio)
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