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Serving a Purpose Afterall
i close my eyes
let the emotion fill the blackness behind my lids
the screenplay of my life passes by
line by line im reminded
reminded of past mistakes
reminded of past sins
forced into accountability by the blinding guilt that lays a weight on my soul
a weight i can not handle
a weight no one could
crushing my bones into a primordial stew
maybe i can help the world now
maybe the new soup that is me can fertilize the dirt
that would be beneficial, right?
i would have done something good, right?
in life a failure, nothing more
at least in death ill feed the worms
