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Hang
Hang, noose, high above my head
my end is nigh, of this, I dread
swing low down, then lower still
I've lost my crown ready for my kill
Blood will spill, my body will shake
they'll have their thrill with the screams I make
and remove my form, once all is done
the calm to the storm, though it's just begun
They'll have their fun, I have no doubt
when they shield from the sun, wishing for nought
but to dig deep the hole, of which I'll be in
no longer whole, but at least empty of sin
I've nothing within, apart from wish for the noose
for its freedom to bring as I cut myself loose
so watch, if you may, as I tear myself apart
I beg you to stay, as I rip out my heart
It's just a start, I'm not afraid of my death
I'll be tossed on the cart along with the rest
So hang down, sweet rapture, and lead me away
My soul you have captured, and with you I will stay.
