Do you know what it's like,
To live in constant strife?
Anticipating the time,
Because something inside,
Holds a sheathed scythe,
That'll send you to the afterlife.
This is my life.
The truth bears the light.
And escape you may try,
To no avail, you cry.
Tribulations and trials,
Have defined my miles.
Waiting for the axe to fall,
Not just for you, but for all.
To live in constant strife?
Anticipating the time,
Because something inside,
Holds a sheathed scythe,
That'll send you to the afterlife.
This is my life.
The truth bears the light.
And escape you may try,
To no avail, you cry.
Tribulations and trials,
Have defined my miles.
Waiting for the axe to fall,
Not just for you, but for all.
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