The Last Breath
This contorted shell has lost its gleam
My health is paring from a grim disease;
The Evils i pulled to ground my fame
have nibbled my soul piece by piece;
Jealousy had rooted to this lifeless heart
which no gold or silver could ever suffice;
This tunnel is ending and there's no light in sight
For me, its a farfetched dream to rest in peace...
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