I’m mad, drowned in a river of
blood.
A blank feeling of loss drives me back
into mud.
No escape, liberation was built
out of clay.
All we have left today is a
painful pray.
Don’t try to find some peace
on this earth.
Merciless God planted fever and
wrath.
Rotting, decaying is what we convey.
No future, no present, no past, no today.
People who wrecked their souls in
distortion,
I’m sick of this crowd that consists of
abortion.
Danger is hunting, I wake with a gun.
Your time is out, there is nowhere to run.
Agony calls seven days in a week.
My stomach is empty, but my mind is sick.
Waves of destruction caused tears and pain.
Gray skies of death left a terrible stain.
I’m faking this smile when my eyes still cry…
World seized the end, I am ready to die.
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