Many times he tried to make his life anew,

All efforts were to fail, no matter what he’d do;

It held him like a tyrant and made him suffer so - He tried to give it up but it wouldn’t let him go.

The loneliness, the sickness, the visions of the night,

The tremors and convulsions that caused him so much fright; Until in deep despair, he stood upon the brink

To fill a lonely grave - a victim. Don’t you think?

If our good friend could speak today his good advice would be: While still you can, make your escape and from this monster flee.

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