At night I sit alone,
Wondering why I try,
For the only reason to live my life,
Is to meet my day to die.

I feel oppressed and broken,
A soul that's bound by hate,
Check for my name on Satan's list,
I'm Mr. Nobody at Hell's gate.

Let me in without delay,
My shackles of sorrow are heavy,
Because no one can seem to wisp away,
The mistakes I've made already.

I am nothing to this world,
But a small and lowly pawn,
A playing piece in this twisted game,
That we've all been forced upon.

Yet the wheels of fortune are turning,
Creating the darkest disasters,
Today is the day, my friend of friends,
When the puppets will turn on their masters.

 
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