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Purgatory



An empty street an empty place

Its just you waiting to see a face

To hear a sudden sound

To hear the voices that drown

Where is anyone

Then you realize your done

Your have been in purgatory

Its to much of a long story

You were shot and killed

Your blood the others spilled

Red covered the street

Your dead body admits defeat

You stand there looking at your face

You look at it with much disgrace

To be one with death is to fear

To know that your dead is a big scare

To be taken from earth

A waste of time was your birth

So why is it your time

The answer is deep with in your mind