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I have been shot in the heart

By a diseased bullet,

And it is not coming out

No matter how hard you pull it.

As it has conquered my body

It seems I have grown old,

Now it’s this soul’s time to go

Because all life has grown cold.

Some minds may title it retiring

Although I truly know what to do,

Look at the new world as inspiring

Because it’s truly never win-lose.

But it is before the extinction

That I must talk to myself,

Time to take all of that thinking

And use it as my help.

I listen very carefully

And now I know what is next,

I close my eyes and see behind me,

And there is everything I had left.