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As I sit here alone, bewildered and bewitched,
with a gun in my hand, I nervously twitched. My hand is on the trigger, should I pull it, are you truly ready to bite the bullet. Shed all of those tears in your eyes, for this entire world is nothing but lies. Your pain is my only real desire, while my heart is a black burning fire. I will take the whole universe for a unrelenting ride, to you I say, do not even try to hide. Soon I will come and take your meaningless life, for you I have the sharpest knife. As my cold dark shadow draws ever near, all I see from your eyes is fear. Chilling to the bone is the frozen air, when you see my icy cold stare. I have come to take your tormented soul, this being my only true goal. Pain and agony you will not feel, although your death will be so very real. Free from yourself you will forever be, now you are just the same as me. What has happened is not so sad, take my hand son, for I am your dad. .
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