Ten minuets to midnight,
I am ready to die,
ten minuets, now I am starting to cry,
why have you forsaken me,
devoid of needs,
just to founding fathers and dead presidents,
Oligarchs and tyrants, must enjoy themselves,
way to much when dancing on my body,
with there heals and toes,
Now broken ribs and a bloody nose,
dragged down the street and left to die.
midnight came and went long ago,
sunrise will not shine on me no more.
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