The end draws near
There's naught to fear
The exit is nigh
A storm in the sky
A life so wasted
Light never tasted
Te world won't morn
Only look with scorn
Upon a useless load
Who failed the code
Die asshole, die
Rise not into the sky
Tortured by the fire
Screaming on the pyre
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