My demise shall improve the world.. .
Where the wind blows, I will follow
Plan the right dose, kill the hollow
His soul is gone, his body never found
Your bloody picture in hand, forever bound
See tomorrow, die tonight
There’s no sense in words
Leave today, leave tomorrow
Left a body battered by swords
As you see the final shards of this letter
You realize my blood spilt made all of you better
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