Putting My Enemy to Sleep
I wrote you this lullaby.
As I put you to sleep.
To sleep is death.
So I will lay you down.
For you try to rise,
but with these words,
I will cut you off.
Completely annihilate you.
You will not hold me in chains.
For I am born free!
It will take time but be patient.
For you will sleep.
For you will die.
To no longer rise in your sweet bliss.
And my painful agony.
I will rise above you.
For in you,
is no good found.
But good is found in me,
For this is my lullaby to you.
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