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The Goodnight Prayer (2 ratings) by Mark A. Christ
Dear death
You hold me in your hands
My life is all depending on you
Will you stop it with metal?
Will you pull out the life bringin line?
Will you put an end to it with poison?
As I walk in the shadow of the valley of death, I feel no fear.
Why fear something that will be a part of your life?
I can scream, and some might hear me
But it doesn't mather
Cause I'm already dead, although they heard me
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