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Apr 2017
i pray dear god the end is near,
cleanse my sins with enemies tears,

a fatal dose, a cynical sip,
i found my edge, life's eroding my cliff

as i reach for the stars to scale new heights,
i come neck to blade with the grim reapers scythe

razor blade tipsy on crimson concoctions,
i'm moved with the wind the world is a mosh pit
because why not
Written by
Durand David Jason
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