it all happened in the blink of an eye
i can't lift my finger and i can't even speak
i've come to terms with the way i'll die
i can feel my eyesight growing weak
my last thoughts aren't of folks back home
or even if they know exactly where i've gone
there was never any weakness ever shown
so tell me exactly where i went wrong
my mind slowly fades and i still can't see
how he got past my hierophant green
the time that it took for me to call his bluff
he punches a hole in me and it was enough
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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