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Provision Number 9
Provision Number 9
Cold fingers of death grab my spine
Twisting it until it breaks my mind
I leave all the others behind
To grasp what I cannot find
Along the road are blurry signs
I cannot read what they say
Except the one that tells me where to lay
Until the dirt over me has its weigh
Because now my debt it is time to pay
As my last breath from me has slipped away
Cold fingers of death grab my spine
Twisting it until it breaks my mind
I leave all the others behind
To grasp what I cannot find
Along the road are blurry signs
I cannot read what they say
Except the one that tells me where to lay
Until the dirt over me has its weigh
Because now my debt it is time to pay
As my last breath from me has slipped away
Published 15th Mar 2018
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