The clock strikes 4
He fell onto the floor
His cold hard body
Was once so strong and sturdy
The life slipped off
Oh so slow and steady as it is draining away
Like a swirl of smoke coming out from the chimney
The blood shot eyes, how I wish I am blind
How I wish I have many lives
To spare for those who wish to live
for living to me, it's just a pool of shit!
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