Darkness has sheathed the world with bleak
Endless walk and thoughts are just as sleek
Unaware of consequence, performing the rife
While fear the presence of unseen dangling knife
Hidden in the mist of tarnished conscience
And born with purpose of unknown vengeance
When started to learn the first lessons of morale
The soul is bidding adieu before knowing it's role.
It questions to itself, "if I was to die
Why was I mired in the world of sly ? "
But now that it's free, away from this tiny piece
May it be happy and rest in peace !
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