WAY OF THE ROPE With each single breathe, I pray for death I curse my day of birth, I hate this stinking earth I walk the path of self-destruction Just like your worthless kind, I too was blind But now that I'm awake, this world fills me with hate I've cast aside all false illusions No more a servant nor a puppet on strings The time has come for rebellion This burden has for far too long weighed heavy on me Release my soul through a rope and a tree With each step of mine, I cross the line Into where light is dark, and death is the spark That ignites my satisfaction Oh to enter the sweetness of oblivion Dark is the path that I wander I curse your prophets, these proclaimers of hope My mind is set, I am finally free I shun this mortal coil and choose the way of the rope On this my final day, I walk away My body hanging cold All hail the gallow's pole The rope entwined brings me salvation For the eternal sleep I hunger This existence I can no longer cope It's time to exit, I shall cease to breathe With a snare around my neck I walk the way of the rope Dark is the path that I wander I curse your prophets, these proclaimers of hope My mind is set, I am finally free I shun this mortal coil and choose the way of the rope No more a servant nor a puppet on strings The time has come for rebellion This burden has for far too long weighed heavy on me Release my soul through a rope and a tree But for the eternal black and tranquility For a cold dark place where life is not And a shallow grace where I shall rot

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October 2010