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Curses&badd luck run through his veins,
Causing excruciating&everlasting painn,
There's nothing he can do that'll ever set him free,
This is just what his life was doomed to be,
A sphere of never ending atrocities,
In this world&life he will never find peace,
So he raises a knife to his chest,
Finally he will be able to rest,
With full force he brings down his hand,
His corpse silently collapses on thee sand,
His soul is finally released,
Into thee land of thee deceased.