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The Bridge of Death

The bridge of death There is a famous bridge Some where out there This bridge is use to blood Yes the blood of the innocent depressed is not a stranger to this bridge It a bridge that end misery so Quick For those in search of an escape root out from reality The bridge of death Their is a famous bridge Some where out there The shadows of death Is no new thing to this bridge The stains of innocent blood Is no new story to this bridge The brutality of depression Is the quick ticket to end up On this bridge With out no mercy The confused soul jump off This bridge to end Their grief The bridge of death There is a famous bridge of Sorrows every where The ugly ness of poverty Drives the many opress Close to this bridge of calamity Where they end up to end in 6feet What a life Beautiful yet complicated The bridge of death Life is a beautiful place Only if we knew it source The source of life is not base On sucide Either is it better with self murder Is not an easy task When all that is supposed To make us strong Is the reason of our grief Is never a play When all we live for Goes away so fast Right in front of our eyes It not a joke when we hold On to the unknown with fear So when life hits you so hard Be hold on with gratitude as you meditate on positivity Where life cant push you to The bridge of death

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