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I see a path of destruction before me
Flashes of death slowly adore me
As I sit quietly awaiting my demise
My hands are chained no more to fly
I see my options and hit them all at full speed
Facing the gates I'm asked for one good deed
Standing in awe, questioning my lifes choices
Having a battle in my head arguing with demonic voices
But for you I leave my memories and my decisions to a tee
So when you're at the gates, and life's questions want answer you can't see
You tell them you were a great person with a resemblence of me
And I'll be there with open arms happy to witness and be glad
Cuz my good deed is I was your dad.