Freedom in death, Death by poison

}INTOXICATION{
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Down this poison
what must be done
gladly, I'll do it
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Is it too much to ask
freedom or death?
this is the task at hand
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Swig and swallow
no sweeter taste
than this liquid of contempt
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I feel cold
i feel numb
its taking effect
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I reach for you
and as i fall to the ground
you catch me
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My body goes limp
final comfort received
here in your strong, loving arms
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And with my last breath
i whisper
"forgive my sin"
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I hear sobbing
though, i cant see who cries
everything is dark
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Six feet under
at last
in peace i lay
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