i paid the piper, i let him win
this the only mending of my sin
for i am not sain havnt been for years
i laugh for hours but then rush to tears
i laugh at my life now, i cry for my future
death stalks my door like a determand suitor
stalking my every move, waiting for the perfect chance
so now i write this..my final solo..my last dance...
-srl
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