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Every beginning has it's end,
every fire eventually burns out,
the toll has to be paid, you
have to face the truth nothing's
made to last forever, one day
we all will shut our eyes for a
final time, the only thing left is
to pray to god for his
forgiveness, hopefully he will
let my wicked soul through the
gates when my lungs take in no
more air or will it be the devils
door I'll be knocking on when
my time here expires, but I'm
not that far into my story yet,
it's just the beginning
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