My choice
In my life is no luck,
In my arm is a shaft,
With the shaft I will craft,
Very deep in your head,
And don't say that I'm mad,
'cause it's sad, oh my friend!
I will go to the end,
I don't need you with me,
In the end I'll be free,
Maybe I am a freak,
But I stand on my feet,
And the death I will pick!
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