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I tend to wonder if he hates,
Oh why does he hate me?
I wonder if he’ll steal much more,
How selfish can he be?

He pulled them off this place called earth,
Their time was more than done.
He pulled them from their lawful lives,
Their battle he had won.

I ask myself if it were true,
Am I the reason why?
Their worlds no longer turn at night,
They now no longer cry.

When the moon does not rise a night,
And the stars do go out.
Our eyes will close, and we will sleep,
And never stir about.

The more I feel, the more I hate,
I wonder if he knows.
Whenever they cross through my mind,
It’s only him I loath.

Now that they no longer need me,
My time is almost near.
Everyone who helped me right by,
Is now my biggest fear.

Here I stand, in solemn darkness,
Cursing at the night sky.
I cannot stand to hear of them,
I have stopped asking why.

When the moon does not rise at night,
And the stars do go out.
Our eyes will close, and we will sleep.
And never stir about.

Their faces I’ll no longer see,
His voice I will not hear.
My heart has begun to slow down,
The end is almost near.

For one last beat—I am sorry.
This time is meant to be.
My mind is set, my breaths are done,
It’s time to die, you see?

When the moon does not rise at night,
And the stars do go out.
My eyes will close, and I will sleep,
And never stir about.