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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It all started with a countdown from ten... My own self-destruction shall begin I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired From trying to get hired To trying NOT to get fired Jesus! I can't control all this rage Should I let the beast out of his cage? As I struggle in this maze I'm forever in a daze I've been struggling for thousands of days Been hurt in thousands of ways... I get to nine I'm starving but refuse to dine Thirsty but refuse to drink wine It hurts but I never whine I thought life was sweet but it's sour like lime This mountain I can't climb Add good plus good it equals bad all the time... Now that I'm at eight Im far from straight More like crooked I had infinite patience but something took it Maybe trials and tribulations Lead to my anger accumulation Which causes my heart to harden Oh! Has the devil smarten... Seven Before I self destruct will I reside in heaven? Does my best outweigh my worst? I have words for the Lord and Satan but who shall I speak to first...? I get down to six But I don't have that many picks When I die on Earth I shall leave my wits No I take it back, I'll need those So in my casket dress me in comfortable clothes... Halfway at five I no longer feel alive I strive To quicken my pace to an even stride I'm having a meltdown, is it really worth living? I possess a gift, is it really worth giving? Not at all because I never take Have my cake and eat it too, but I refuse to bake Speaking of bake, it's hot Like 100 degrees fareinheit Or should I say farein-hot? Maybe not... Now I'm at four As my heart beats slowly in my chest My spirit beats on Death's door I shall struggle no more The bloody battles The gore This scripture is my farewell lore... Now the number is three As my worries grow tall as Eden's tree But my grave won't be in that garden With Adam and Eve I beg your pardon... But that's two bodies My magic number I collapse on the floor Drifting into a slumber I close my eyes My spirit rose to the skies... I never made it to one Meltdown is complete Entity level is none...none...none..
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