Animus
Unleash death in all its glory...
Let it bound with clear intent.
To mock my last sup at Nature's passions
With some acerbic argument.
Let it make a case for time immortal
To prison me away
And release me from this wild ride
To send me to my grave.
But who made it judge and jury
And butcher in its lies?
What power thee... was meant to be
To find sweet bliss in my demise.
But if death's desolation is my future
And animus its goal.
I will resist until... it breaks my will
And I'm forced to pay the toll.
The End
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