To those who would damn me to hell, weave a curse or that a spell. To those who'd forget my name, and wish nothing on my 'soul' but ever lasting pain. To those who say I'm doomed, that my crypt will be my ever lasting tomb. To those who damn me for using my ears, know that you bring only spiteful tears.
Do they know my only want? That I am wrong, and I'll soon have the answer that I sought. For I believed as they believe today, I simply heard no answer whence I…Continue
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To this god on high above, who swears he offers nothing but love. To this god who's murdered man, destroyed his dreams, destroyed his plans. To this god who took a child, and committed acts which are cruel and vile. To this god who swears he's kind, why does he wish his followers were so blind? Why must I go on my knee, simply so I can crawl whilst I follow thee? Why do you demand simple blind faith, is it because you're a foul and sick wrath?
For man suffered…Continue
The inability to switch off is quite a curse, the fact that it's quarter to four makes it far much worse. To always be thinking, to always be contemplating, if I believed in fairy tales I'd say its the work of Satan. But alas, here I am, and here I shall seemingly stay, for the enjoyment which dreams hold are but always too far away. Must I take a pill? Is that the only way my eyes and mind will, for a moment; be still?
Some wish for ever lasting life, yet they…Continue