Fighting for his last breath,
with hope of escaping death,
he scuffled and shuffled In bed,
pulling the knife out of his life,
the knife that takes life,
and point it to death,
I didn’t called you,
I didn’t choose you,
Grimm grinned and shake his head,
then turned and softly said,
Let's go Fred,
you're already dead.
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