DeathA Poem by ZionThis isn't fun But you want to play this game Is there nothing that seems Like nothing matters Like everything else There is always an end Maybe it's my end Can't we just make amends We fight We chain each other to the ground And beat eachother to death With all the world may offer © 2012 Zion |
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Added on February 28, 2012 Last Updated on February 29, 2012 |

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