Letter To the King Part Three
Lord p.s.
I'm tired of this b.s.
Life is a game and I'm getting fouled.
Where is the ref?
The devil comes at me in his best.
I'm feeling empty in my chest.
I'm so ready to rest.
Looking for death is my quest.
I answered all the questions on the life test.
Driving life but can't see because of the mist.
The turn to my journal I miss.
Where I'm I going?
Can you tell me this?-Mario Perez
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