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A Toast To The Dead

Drifting,
Locked away in a chemical bond,
Defying gravity,
And I'm losing you.
In a perfect world,
A memory could speak;
It could convict,
And it could send a message to your murderer.
You would not conform,
And you'd escape-return to reality,
Where you find your truths,
Discover real love,
Reject false hope,
And embrace renewal.
Time of death: 9:14
Rest In Peace

A TOAST TO THE DEAD:

A mind corrupted is a willing victim;
The soul seeks refuse in the home of a killer: Human nature...

Cheers.




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