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My destination some feet away, a place where the souls rest,

my neck weights tons and tons of pain,

I know it looks as if only I gram I had to lift,

but the power it has drops me down,

I cant walk any more so now I drag my corpse to his side,

I did not wanted to leave a trace,

but I did not had a choice cant clean what gives you life,

to serve and protect, so I carry around my neck,

but still the same pain still has to get in the way,

maybe the LAPD should be along my side, in the howl from the soul in pain,

everyone looks away, only mother gives her hand,

take this back I scream to the tomb of the person who said nothing is wrong,

grasp the wood beads, stretch it out but maybe the woods had broken and like a vampire consuming my blood,

cause I pull and pull but does not come off!

Is true it was giving for a purpose,

but the pain you get blinds you, so now I know is for me,

cause I walk everyday, with this weight,

and I still not laying in a grave,

god is the judge of what happens next, no need for me to act as if I was him,

only cause pain for the few holding me deep,

so beside the cold tomb I sit, catching my breath,

thinking of the words, thinking bout a love,

and saying to my self, mother I wont cause no harm,

and my chula always by your side,

my thick water substance that made the trail, now evaporates in the soil,

is like water to the people cause I see the tombs move with life, s

o now is time to get up,

and walk along the shore till next time I may be on the same site