NO MORE
My shadow still lingers closely,
Though only from behind. There's no more leading shadow,
All that's left, is die...
As I lead our way through,
the turbulent times ahead;
My shadow hides behind me,
until It knows that I am
Dead...
As I look upon these stones,
scattered across this land,
Most of which I knew and even held their hand..
Without the sight to see, deep within each tomb,
I know now that what's left,
is just coffins full of bones...
One potato, two potato, three potato four;
I'm almost prepared, to walk through that final door...
Five potato. six potato, seven potato
No more...
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