In the valley of the shadow of death,

I hold the blade of my fate.

Descending to the end of the gate,

where i shall perish with an undying hate.

I pierce the blade unto my veins...

While falling unto the marble slate,

I hear the throbbing of my heart.

It's like an open grenade.!

In this shiny moonlit night,

I am to fade,

fade with the coming morning,

the morning of my end!



The End

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