Ill

When you have no fear of hell Because you’re already in it, When you’re: Sick And tired Of living inside this minute. When you pray for heaven And hold on for the night, When you’re: Done And wasted, Dying to end this fight. Knuckle down. Swing away. Beat the devil. It’s still your play. When…

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