Requim of a Tortured Soul

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75208
United States
32° 44' 44.5668" N, 96° 50' 44.952" W

When I die,
There will be nothing left
But a body bruised and broken

When I die,
My heart will cease to beat with left
With words left unspoken

When I die,
Secrets kept will be forgotten
And all suffering will cease

When I die,
All Earthly things begotten
As given to me a final peace

When I die,
Lay me down for all to see
What they have done to me.

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