As I am dying,
My eyes fix on you,
Looking to be saved from the lying,
But you haven't a clue.
You stand there,
And smile like all is well,
You stop and stare,
As I burn in Hell.
The roar of your voice,
Helps sustain,
Through this air so moist,
In the land of the insane.
You're such a misfit,
In this world of the forsaken,
Where I drown in society's spit,
To belong here you're mistaken.
You don't want to live here,
You'll be cut by glassid lips,
There is much to fear,
Within my apocalypse.
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