Oh dear, what have they done to you?
You're here, ready to die so soon
Don't fear, I am not like those fools
So come here, let me have you
I wonder, what has pushed you so far
To my arms, how could the world be so dark?
Look at me, I'll be your last breath
Watch me, as I lead you to death
Oh dear, are you lonely?
Out here, in this desolate sea
Your broken soul calls out to mine
Surrender to me, I'll free you from this life
Humans are the base of greed and hate
They are the ones who caused you this pain
So let me whisk you away from this twisted world
And you won't feel the pain anymore
About the Creator
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