Mad as hatters, Thick as thieves,
To you my friends remember theses as the days of my youth.
So violent, so free
And remember, its opposite of me.
Locked in a cell, quiet and cramped
Absolutely no light, hell not even a lamp.
I struggle, I fight, But the walls close in.
Reflect on all the things that cause me to sin.
Now remember my friends, I am Victim Immortal.
As my soul travels to the next portal,
down the long road I see the light tunnel.
At once all memories begin to funnel.
my soul escaped. Finally here for me.
To Eternal light I float free,
This soul of mine is now loose,
I believe in God, whats your excuse?
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