This Old Man
I have sinned the lies that i have to now leave forsaken,
contradicting causing my life to fade,
that slow bullet that made that man lay,
burning down into ashes,
i will be dead soon from all these failing crashes,
i will take that blame that is going to enter my heart,
that way i will never be in the criminals of art,
i re great what i have done,
now i will be chosen as the one,
so i lay there on the floor,
they ended up finding me laying on the floor,
A guy with a bullet in his chest,
that man that killed me,
has put me to the test,
so my sins in life were a dreadful mess,
now im dead that is what that man did best
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