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I'm gone, but not forgotten
written by Genocide Reaper12:45 AM 10/23/04| As you read this. Keep in mind, a mad man wrote it, and poured out his heart into words. I did my best, I passed the test, I grabed the end of death, this is the last thing I did. Now my life has been set free. All my friends, who have kept me in thought all these years, I'm going off to die, so for me don't cry, as you hear the news, I died in a battle that I didn't give a shit about, but the fact that I was a fighter was good enough. I'll make sure my Brother makes some money off of my death. I'll set this life free. Just remember, my soul remains, and my blood stains the sand. But I know I won't forget all the things I did, and I know you will remember for what Iv done, and all of you my friends, should smile when you remember the crazy antics I pursued when I was still alive. May the moon mourn for me, may God accept me, may the Sun burn bright, and may the rain come, then the Full moon shall glow upon my grave, and all the souls Iv taken will be saved. Keep in mind my friends, I feel no more pain, and all my hate is gone! You are my friends, I shall never forget you, bring up my name every once in a while, drink a beer in my name, or smoke a joint, do something, but make sure you make a good point about my deeds. At least hold me in high reguard, and please, listen to the great metal at my funeral and praise the God above who granted me the rights to go kill myself in a War I fought to die! My dearest friends I'm gone, but not forgotten. The last words I'll speak will be the ones that come through bloody crys as I slowly sink into Hell, or float to Heaven the day I die. |
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Yeah, I know it won't be long before I die.
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