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Crimson Gospel
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Older stuff So here, the sky always turns red
All the things rushing through my head
The triumphant sound of victory from afar
The way things use to be, the way things are
One smile, and your as good as done
No point in hiding, just go and run
Everyone dies sometimes, its all in fate
Death sometimes comes sooner, or maybe late
Some of us don't deserve it, some do
Life is demented, this is true
People stealing from others, things that count
Stealing them of their lives, its a huge amount
Sacrifice and suicide, two different things
Sacrifice to save another, that what it means
Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary wrong
You can wait out the pain, but for exactly how long?
Suicide is pointless, and its what I truly hate
People are willing to help, don't be an ingrate
Open up to others, and then you'll see
That all these burdens, are just in me.
