How many
More creative
Ways can I say
I wanna die.
I hear they're
Gonna
Go to
Mars.
While I moulder
In my filth,
Ferment in
My forgetfulness.
And God
Says,
Put in more
Work
Slave.
And,
I do.
But I've gone
Past redemption
Got stuck
In retribution.
And all of this
Torment
Would end.
If I could only
Just disappear
Into
The epilogue
Of an
Obituary.
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
How many
More creative
Ways can I say
I wanna die.
I hear they're
Gonna
Go to
Mars.
While I moulder
In my filth,
Ferment in
My forgetfulness.
And God
Says,
Put in more
Work
Slave.
And,
I do.
But I've gone
Past redemption
Got stuck
In retribution.
And all of this
Torment
Would end.
If I could only
Just disappear
Into
The epilogue
Of an
Obituary.
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