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The room is now empty as The waves out side pound I am sitting here thinking Where my thoughts hang Around to climb the social ladder and to finally make It at last lost in the parties And all the drinking all of The useless endeavors the Snorting shooting in your Veins that never gets you Anything just a early end And Lousy morning hang Overs only to do it again And again and again etc now my liver is just about gone and I have cancer in my kidneys and I hear a knocking at my door just about every night a slow rapping and I know who it is I can see his fist bend ing at the wrist and more sadly now than ever ever before the waves pound on the shore and I hear a slow knocking at my door The parties were constant But were otherwise useless Now doom is at my door With a needle in my arm like a reaper is his image He wants my life and more And now there is no party It's like a memory in the air And no body does even care And that's why doom is here And now the moon is bright Like magic hangs in the air Once again I heard a knock I believe that I over done it I am not able to even stand I believe I have over dozed
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 1:09 AM UTC
The Reaper
The room is now empty as The waves out side pound I am sitting here thinking Where my thoughts hang Around to climb the social ladder and to finally make It at last lost in the parties And all the drinking all of The useless endeavors the Snorting shooting in your Veins that never gets you Anything just a early end And Lousy morning hang Overs only to do it again And again and again etc now my liver is just about gone and I have cancer in my kidneys and I hear a knocking at my door just about every night a slow rapping and I know who it is I can see his fist bend ing at the wrist and more sadly now than ever ever before the waves pound on the shore and I hear a slow knocking at my door The parties were constant But were otherwise useless Now doom is at my door With a needle in my arm like a reaper is his image He wants my life and more And now there is no party It's like a memory in the air And no body does even care And that's why doom is here And now the moon is bright Like magic hangs in the air Once again I heard a knock I believe that I over done it I am not able to even stand I believe I have over dozed
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 1:09 AM UTC
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