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Death Door

Upon Purgatory’s porch didst I sit,

Chllin’ before the door of Death,

But w/ a smirk, feelin’ slick,

didn’t knock,

Deciding in lieu t’light a bag of shit

Since I cared not for my final breath

And left cackling, still awaitin’

my last tick to tock.

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