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The spark in your eyes
Is a prophecy of my body burning in the fire,
A man in the flames,
Screaming in pain,
but I'm happy that my tale is coming to an end,
The end will be sad,
And the story won't be long,
A quiet dirge will rent the air,
At the empty cemetery,
On that quiet evening ,
The passerby's will say
"a good lad he was",
" a bright future he would have attained",
"But for his kind of death I wish it upon myself".
© DawnAtNight
Is a prophecy of my body burning in the fire,
A man in the flames,
Screaming in pain,
but I'm happy that my tale is coming to an end,
The end will be sad,
And the story won't be long,
A quiet dirge will rent the air,
At the empty cemetery,
On that quiet evening ,
The passerby's will say
"a good lad he was",
" a bright future he would have attained",
"But for his kind of death I wish it upon myself".
© DawnAtNight
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