I stand upon this wooden deck,
A rope around my neck
The consequince, I sustain
This is my vain
I've troubled myself, because of greed
In which I pay the consequence, with no heed
My last words are said, my last rites
As this is the end of days and nights,
For they give the word,
And everything is blurred
I will shead no tears,
As I hang here.
With no goodbye,
I die.



 
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