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- CAZ
- Nov 30, 2017
- 1 min read
Stuck at a Train
I cannot wait to die alone
Will it be a car crash on my cellphone
Or a life I think I own
I pray for god to grant me death
I see no point in coke or meth
I would not mind being choked by Beth
On that day when I meet Allah
God, Jesus, or Jehovah
Who knows, it might be Buddha
It is irrelevant, because on that day
I know precisely what I will say
To whomever takes me away
The reaper is for whom I wait
And death is upon my plate
I see now, it is already late
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