Forfeit I: The Crooked Quill

The tremendous weight of my burdened past
 Has become too much to bear
 How heavy the pen grows with each stroke
 When the words will never be shared
 Bury me with my crooked quill
 Let us weep and mourn alone
 As for the volumes of texts over which I have slaved
 May they be burnt and forgotten
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 All these pages I've written for no one
 I'll be long gone before they're ever read
 There is no hope
 No belief in salvation
 And I've grown too tired to care
 I've found that
 There is no point
 No greater purpose
 We were all designed to fail
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 Bury me with my crooked quill
 Let us weep and mourn alone
 As for the volumes of texts over which I have slaved
 May they be burnt and forgotten
 I want to be rid of my life
 And everything I've ever felt
 If you won't take it from me, God
 I'll take it from myself
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 This is for the friends who act as foes
 This is my resignation from the human race
 This is for the family that betrays
 This is my resignation from the human race
 This for the world that turned it's back
 This is my resignation from the human race
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 This is my resignation from the human race