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The End Is Near

The nights are numbered, the days are gone
I shall never see a new dawn
I prefer to hanging
My feet are dangling
My prediction will finally have come
I'm thirty-five and I want to die
I don't know how long it's been for me to cry
The tears won't flow
So then I must go
And fade into the darkness by and by
I have a son, I love him dear
But it's my suicide in which I fear
I have only one thought
With the rope that I bought
And when I hang I might have a tear
My mom and dad, they try so hard
But it seems that I must keep up my guard
A perfect son, I cannot be
If only they had enough sense to see
As the Ace of Spades is my death card

2005, Allen Scott Culp I