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I'm sin
written by Genocide Reaper07:01 AM 3/11/05Deny why the Heavens shout.
Live in this false reality you know nothing about.
In the end we're all slaves to our beliefs.
Its the truth, nothing that should bring grief.
Once upon realizing it, you'll see its a relief.
One day we will die.
Others will cry.
I wish not to be mourned in my dieing days.
I wish to be remembered for my relentless ways.
Stubborn maybe.
But never giving up or giving in.
They are a deep part of me preacher man, christians, and saints.
My sins.
Intricate designs through out me entire body, soul and mind.
Say I'm not a worth a piss.
You know it'll be my rivalry you miss.
Blindly running away.
No matter what you do or say.
You'll never keep my feelings at bay.
I'm bleeding pain.
I'm seething rage.
I'm seeping in.
I'm part of your sin.
I'll touch every part, small big, thick or thin.
You are my temple for tenacious tumult.
Its in the skies.
So unto you sinners and demons I say arise! |
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