Borrowed Time

Living on borrowed time

in a XXXXXX up world.

I feel the anger,

i taste the hate,

Trapped here in this prison state.

I long for freedom, but have to wait.

Just one last moment then the pain is gone,

but forever does the soul go on.

From life to life

each more sorrowful than the last.

Were all living on borrowed time

a lesson to be learn

at the crule hands of  Fate.

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