It's hard to hide your suicide,
if you're always searching.
Upon the rotted corpse,
the vulture is perching.
The sun hath set.
The moon hath risen.
You must take,
what your not given.
Never forget that,
you can always be forgiven.
The time hath come.
Bout fucking time.
I lost myself,
inside this rhyme.
I've given up,
on giving up.
I know my sign.
I throw it up.
I'll take your gun on,
with my sword.
Prepare yourself,
to meet your lord.
The time hath come.
No time to pray.
You should have done that yesterday.
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LORDMOGY
04:34 Nov 15 2017
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