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A scheming behemoth Lies beneath his mask False happiness shows When the truth is misery All roads traveled No options left Searching for the answer To end the question of life Looking for something painless And something real No room for failure No desire to go on Studying the demise Of insidious empires Teutonic solutions Fill his mind with ideas Unethical acquisition Of cyanide salts Two small capsules in hand Bring a trip to the beyond All doubts extinguished No inkling to turn back He pops them in his mouth And swallows them down Scent of bitter almonds Lingers in the surrounds Collapsing in a heap His struggle won No warning signs To those unaware Only grief and sorrow Left in his wake |
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