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The Lord's Prayer (Revised)

Now I lay me down to sleep.
There is no Lord, my soul will not keep.
Let me die before I wake,
I am a traitor, my soul forsaked.
Life is not fair, this I know.
Maybe to hell my soul will go.
I know not what the future holds,
but who will hold me when my body turns cold?
Onward, go forth thine own spirit.
For your perilous journey a candle has been lit.
I know now that before you know it's over.
My mind is cruel like the Demon of Dover.
Time to leave, this world I'll miss.
Sorry to say, blackness is Bliss.
Written by dangerousdesires (TheVoicesAreWatching)
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