Our future is but past lies
I write these words in the dark
The dream of every child cries
Our angels will never hark
I lost my due unto you
Your passion I shall sue
Your heart drunk on gin
We will never love again
Suicide veins wonder:
Will I die from this ponder?
Bending words is your task
You can take off hell's mask
Count backwards from ten
Your heart I shall not win
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