This is the era of despair
suffocated in red waves of redemption
caressed in death's endearing arms
shut your sullen eyes
and stich them close with fear
make believe life exacerbates
hoping and praying
for another miracle or chance
maybe it'll be different someday
but for now we sit by the shotgun
or pop the pills and drink to our death
becuase this is the year
where the reaper toasts to us


 
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