Corrupted passport

My veins slit into pieces,

Of the rush gone away,

Shades of evening glow,

that’s what the police saw,

creeping over the walls the sunlight falls,

Part and participle of life that everyone told,

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500+300 = 800 minus from 1500 that was asked before,

Let’s not tell anyone,

what’s fall in a trap, was just a flow,

One, two, and three,

we are done with names, games, and the fame,

would you rather choose to live or die,

always think slow,

It’s a job, done perfectly now.