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Last Prayer

i fall to the bottom,the air begins to thicken. A gloomy feel of fear and failure laughs in my face as i slip away into darkness. I close my eyes and prepare to give to the overwhelming fate i now face. I begin my last prayer. "i am the creator of my own perfect trap. My directions and ways of life are the reason i am at this place. I tried my way to find the way out;to live. Now i give to your hands,my life with out doubt. Forgive me, your will be done."

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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