What you choose to loathe
Will cook your heart on a stove
And shall I cut it free?
That is up to me
But I am not yet through
Are you wondering what I want from you?
The answer will be very clear
I'll say it right here
Now an answer I shall bring
From you I want nothing
I just feel the need
To rhyme a lot indeed
For as I continue on
Your peace is gone
And if the world soon ends
I would have spent it with my friends
These rhymes are the last words spoken
As my lifeforce has been broken
Now remember the man of many words
As his soul flies high with the birds
Cloud my friend let us pray
That it is not soon judgement day
I have now said my piece
Now my rhymes shall cease.
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