Life calls for closure,
and death calls for life.
Prolonged exposure
Demands my own strife.
Torment and drugs is the way of the damned.
Devoid of all air, I'm not longed for this land.
To say that it's fine is to smite what is mine.
Incorrect in their minds, despite what we find.
Some flock to angels,
And some flock to crime.
Casting us off to the oceans of time.
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