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I stand on the edge of the great precipice,

overlooking the darkness of my soul.

Visions of all the evils which I've done,

burning in my heart like a glowing blade.



I fear it is far too late to repent these deeds,

knowing I will pay for them throughout eternity.

The evil lord of the inferno will make sure of that,

with all means he has within his chest of horrors.



I gaze up into the darkness of the evening sky,

hoping for a sign that I am wrong in my thoughts.

Alas, there is nothing there but the darkness,

the same darkness that I share within myself.



I close my eyes the same way I closed my soul,

then leap from the edge to my impending doom.