postmortem

You were too late I'm no longer a classmate You're debating to donate Or leave me to deteriorate Strongly articulated and voiceless Crumble my mental fortress Delved into the depths of fortis and rigor mortis I don't understand where the lack of thought is You were too late Now its nothing to debate Postmortem in your hand Now you're new to analysand There's one difference, you can't do when im dead Put two new bullets in my same old head Drag me by the ankles to your safe haven Sadly the deterioration may hasten
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