Death you thief
You've stolen my world
There's no damned thing
That I could call my own
Such is the antipathy I feel
For your shameless pretense
Further is my veiled envy
To the souls liberated by you
Why does it have to be me
Who was always punished
By the seemingly never-ending
String of anguish and woe
Why does it have to be me
Who had to carry the burden
Of such a bitter misfortune
Of a tragic deprivation
You have pained me well
I can imagine you gloating
Over my earthly carcass
Delighting in my agony
Slit my throat now
Warm your filthy hands
With my noxious blood
I am at your disposal
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