Even though I fall,
Into the valley of death,
I shall fear no evil,
For I am nearing peace.
It was eight years ago,
The wound is just as fresh,
The wound is just as deep,
The wound hurts as bad.
You showed me the light,
The light in morbid darkness,
The light which freed the captive,
Which left me a fatal wound.
The wound had never healed,
The pain had never ceased,
Intensifying with every tear,
And torments without mercy.
To escape the torture,
I journeyed to the cliff,
And threw myself headlong,
Into the valley of death.
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