Samarra
I
took my last breath
Seeking
sanctuary in Samarra
I
had an appointment with death
Clearer
than crystal meth
The
market, no longer my grave
I
took my last breath
His
look more tragic than Macbeth
Piercing
my being with icy eyes
I
had an appointment with death
I
ran home to master Seth
An
abusive beast, I stole his car
I
took my last breath
Smoking
my cigarette
I
slammed on the gas
I
had an appointment with death
I
should’ve put up a fight
Instead
of losing sight
I
took my last breath
I
had an appointment with death
By Cosmin Angheluta and Daniel Hartworth
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