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All the pain
written by Genocide Reaper04:42 PM 2/23/05| Standing before the mirror. Bottle in hand. Thinking of all the pain, with the thoughts that drive me insane. Watch out for the snake, with the cherry between its fangs. In haste it will poison your dreams. That serpents a bitch, with evil intent, quite obscene indeed. Awake to find myself fighting for this wretched life. My vision is double, I know now, I'm in terrifying trouble. Its the Sabbath. What am I to do with this lonesome feeling of death? Just one last time into the Hell I left in the past? How long can this nightmare last? What must I pay to escape the pain! The burning in my chest has to be a test! I went down to fast! I wonder if I passed the test. I wonder if Iv been laid to rest. Have I gone insane? What's the message? Show me what's behind the masquerade! I don't think I can control my hate. Its far beyond my hearts soldified state. Driven by rage in this falcate faith. What do you think it takes? To work my way around the drops of rain, the ones crystal clear, the ones that are so cold, they're as heavy as fully molded gold. Dare you make a scene? Just to keep me from getting in? Those golden gates have to open some time, because at the moment, I'm waiting in Hell. Guess I should just blame the serpent. |
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