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Sacrifice
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
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Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Innocent souls
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of sour condolences
There's no real sympathy for the puppets
The strings are now cut as we are forsaken
I am part of a sinful massacre
It's also known as a saint's murder
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God, you have given me this life!
But I was just your children's sacrifice!
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
-
Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Innocent souls
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of sour condolences
There's no real sympathy for the puppets
The strings are now cut as we are forsaken
I am part of a sinful massacre
It's also known as a saint's murder
-
God, you have given me this life!
But I was just your children's sacrifice!
Literature
My Darkness
My world was small.
I was alone.
No one to call my own.
My heart has been broken.
It has been destroyed.
I felt used, abused, and incomplete.
I had no one.
But in my lonely, painful world of light,
which was too bright,
A darkness fell.
It brought the light down and I liked it.
I sought out the source.
A boy lonely as me.
He felt my pain.
He told me I brought light to him.
I said he brought darkness to me.
We knew it was meant to be.
And now I sit upon a throne of light, lonely no longer.
No more pain.
I have you, my king of darkness, my love.
You make me complete.
Literature
The Devout, The Divine, The Deceased
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
Literature
Smile In My Sleep
You can't see me
You can't tell me who I want to be
What can I do
To convince you
That I am all you'll ever need?
And I start to understand
And I smile in my sleep
Death watcher
Dream taker
Stone believer
Heart breaker
I watch you Mr. Death
I know what you want
Dying is your greatest
Torture
You taunt me with life
I smile knowing
You can't get me this time
So forgive the misgivings
I've tried so hard to find you
I even see you in my dreams
Your face turned blurry and hued
And I waved goodbye to Mr. Death
As I breathed my last breath
As I smile in my sleep
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I didn't get to grow up like everyone else around me. There was always that one secret eating me up inside as long as I could remember. Living in that fear, it modified my view of life, and this is the outcome. I am the product of society. There is no true blame, but there is no forgetting. There is no real forgiveness, because the guilt is secret, and the secret is...it's too late.
Justice is man-made, and recovery is just an illusion to me.
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Let me know if this makes sense to you....I would like some constructive feedback at least. And if you liked this one, there are more located in my gallery.
Justice is man-made, and recovery is just an illusion to me.
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Let me know if this makes sense to you....I would like some constructive feedback at least. And if you liked this one, there are more located in my gallery.
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