My mind was made up, or so it seemed that way

That I would finally go through with it that very same day

I thought it through with care, contemplating now and again

The final move to make, the last one till the end

The only thing I needed, the only thing not present

Was something to distract the world, those utter filthy peasants

The time was almost near, the hour coming quicker

But something held me back, something flashing like a flicker

My life blinking before me and all I had achieved,

Perhaps somewhere down the line I think I was deceived

If only I had something to remove all of the feeling

My final act of duty would be easy and appealing

Once again I find myself in that undermind situation

With an undecided mind and a hate for contemplation

The End

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