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Here I lie upon deaths doors,

white lines leading upon my despair,

wet blankets of sadness drowing my sorrows.

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Never,

could I be undone,

Never could I leave the past of my demise.

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These foots that have fallen,

have called forth the devil dressed in my black suit,

of my widow’s weed.

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A burial garment,

that I fall six feet under.

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Never to rise again,

for my anguish has brought me to my knees.

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A devil’s dandruff overwheling my thoughts,

I drown my misery in rum.

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Here I kick on my coffin,

forgotten.