DEATH BE NOT PROUD

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DEATH BE NOT PROUD
[POV: The thoughts of a Serial killer on the verge of death]

Death, be not proud,
For the day I first took a soul was the day I lost my own soul.
As you can see, I'm a vessel filled with nothing but a large hole.

Death, be not proud,
Wipe that smirk away from your face.
I was never following life's race;
I was never craving to be on a high horse;
I was never embarking on any life course.

Death, be not proud,
For I've been waiting for you,
And now, the time is due.
You're only doing me a favour;
The type many cannot savour.

Death, be not proud,
For I've been doing your bidding.
And for my payment, I've been dreaming;
Please don't waste any time.
For with my demise, some people will have more time.

Death, be not proud,
For this is not a tragic moment.
Neither is the atmosphere impotent.
This is not a matter of ill-fate.
For the day I became your servant, this became my inevitable fate.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 27 ⏰

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