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(Death be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, thou art not so.)
Losing the war I care to win
though I strive deep from within.
Life could be beautiful for anybody it's for
but I'd swear this mothafkin' s**t is rotten to the core
The portal has been past and it's
time to make a turn, to follow the reaper
until the point of no return
When your blindly death-raying blade
sweeps the griefs and fears away
I cross my heart and hope to die
thy freedom will be mine
Sinking down in the ocean of severe emotions
Grab a bottle to drink up the pain-relieving potion
But after all, that got boring too so no matter
what happens I couldn't give a d*mn or two
The portal has been past 'til the
point of no return
No more lines to cross
no more bridges to burn
Now when your blindly death-raying blade
swept my griefs and tears away
I'd never go back to cross that line
I cross my heart and hope to die...die
(I was only 21 when I died)