"The Final Hours:
A Descent into Chaos and Liberation"
A room filled with chaos my own chaos. Here I sit in a chair waiting for my final hours ,and the pain is not receding I scream, I scream but no one seems to hear because it's inside me and it's killing me it's slowly killing me .someone come and break these chains.
And all of a sudden I'm in a state that I can't explain and I'm free I'm free and I hear i Come to take u !I have come to take u!
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