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Mar 2018
My Passion dies
A Lonely death
Time never washes you away
Suffering then
Suffering Today
Just want to rip someone open
See what's inside
And throw them away
Caution to
Non-believers that calculate the risk
The forest burns in the midst
That Gatekeeper is waiting for me again
to Nearly Bludgeon me to death

He isn't finished killing me yet
I have misery to spread in exchange for my debt
The ball and chains
I drag along for all his followers to see
While they pitch their stones at me
They'll never let a man die
respectfully
As I struggle in this world to express myself
I'll let them win
Become a scarecrow for an empty garden
And let the crows pick me apart again
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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