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Aug 2016
My rage being a doom
An explosion within elevating to boom
It will happen soon
My paths on destruction mode
Yes I said it, I am about too explode
My life accelerating on secrete time
But it is all about mine
A movement causing my tears to fall
However it is Death about to make a call
I am not ready to die
I have asked that very question of why?
However, the Hour Glass has run out
I lived a life of deceit
I told a lie and now I must pay
The rapture will happen on this day
Flesh and blood don’t leave me now
All I want to do is punch in pow
I feel my soul depart as I am in a deep sleep
My living days have become complete
Destiny calls and I must answer
I will cry no more
Horizon has a direction for me
I will just let be
Tomorrow I will be unknown, and no one will see
My soul is in a journey, and I will become a person from Earth never existed.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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