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Born in A Coffin

I get a call from Heaven.  
I get a call from Hell.  
Why the hell am I here?  
What is my purpose?  
Here on this earth.  
 
To rid it of these wretched fools.  
The puppets of this ugly world.  
I feel as if I'm hanging from a noose.  
It's gripping my neck tighter and tighter.  
 
Every moment I breathe.  
I feel that I'm going to die.  
I wanna believe that there is still hope.  
Left for me.  
Where did I go wrong?  
 
I battle with my demons.  
In the last moments.  
They tell me I shall be born in coffin.  
Dragged through the streets of Hell.  
And thrown into the fire.  
 
I wake up and realize.  
I've been such a fool.
The people I love.  
They all have shunned me.  
I need to repay my debt to society.  
 
Let me die!  
Let me die!  
Let me dieeeee!  
 
After all, I was conceived on a tombstone.  
Born in a coffin.
Written by DCMORBID (Dalton Cash)
Published | Edited 26th Mar 2015
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