CHAPTER SIX : THE DEATH

Pushed from the tower I first feel air
For a blissful second, I am unaware
That I'll never know a moment's peace
I never had a prayer
Left in the streets to fester, Unable to defend myself
My body grows weaker; my hope fades with my health
Nothing but endless waiting, for my heart to stop as I choke
Society did not make me; I am God's joke

I am God's joke

You avert your eyes, you cannot meet my gaze
Slowly you realize, that I am the preview to your end of days
Pestilence incarnate, famine at my stomachs door
My war ended too late, you see death in my sores
Begging for life, down on my knees
Call out for mercy, the cry of a freak

Gave my all, my last breath, left for death



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Writer(s): Aaron Brown
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