This life is for the weak
For those of us bold enough
Death is the answer

You wake up
The night has gone black
One end of a knife in my hand
The other in your hart.

The sins of the father
Are not sins of the son
They are his burden

I am the answer.
I am incomplete.
I don’t know the question.

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