AWAITED FATE
a bullet transfers to your brain
it nests there peacefully
til your just a mere rotting corpse
slowly becoming birds feed
you'll be saving lives with your own
you'll love the rain
it'll wash all the pain away
til the day you stay
you'll no longer be afraid
to be the way that you were made
resting in the dark alley
another way to the gateway
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