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Spiritual Suicide
Being weak and not being
able to handle the truth
You find comfort in lies instead,
turning to the darkness;
committing spiritual suicide
Becoming an agent of evil,
spreading the agenda of lies,
swarming rotten meat iikes flies,
There is no good left,
no sign of light,
wrongs for right
Clock is ticking,
Reaper is coming
to collect
Anxiety of death,
prolong the inevitable
but all in vain
Already dead,
already buried in the tomb,
your soul ripped from your corpse
Tormented by your "friends",
voices take over your mind,
possessed by your "Friends"
You will never see the light,
eyes blinded;
tomb opened,
Sealed in the walls,
sealed in the book,
stamped like a tramp.
A bitch,
a dog,
a coward,
a slave.
