My Last Stand

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This is my last stand

I aim the gun in my hand

I shoot Faith

I shoot Hope

Wishing I won't hide to mope

I shoot Love

I shoot Hate

Hoping it might change me fate

I shoot my emotions one by one

I finally feel like I have won

The last one left is Regret

But I don't shoot him yet

I want to feel the pain for my killing

But it was too late

Regret stole my gun

And went to shoot me

I land on the ground as a lifeless corpse

I'm starting to head the path up North

To where Heaven is but I'm delayed

My direction turns around

I'm being pulled back to the ground

During my descent

I scrape my knee going to Hell

And I have a feeling

That I won't fit in too well

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