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Death
The walls are closing in
I'm know I'll never win
I put my fists up ready to fight
But I cannot move for the chains are too tight
I hear a scream of terror from another room
Then a cool breeze wanders disguised because it is really doom
I knew that whoever was in the other room is gone
And i too would be before dawn
Then I finnaly knew
That if I want to be happy I'll have to leave the earth too
So I take a deep breath and look death in the eye
And I tell death I'm ready to die
Last edited by tubaplayer55; 08-08-2007 at 11:17 AM.
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