Strider

The candle of life burns low everywhere is misery and woe. I can feel the end is near but the end I do not fear. For death is but a small price to pay to escape the pain I live in today. Whether it is Hell I burn or Heaven I fly I will not care when it is my turn to die. I do not care and should not be nothing can stop this self destruction from killing me.

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