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Broken angels and saints
rest upon my fingers,
Eyes of gold
now faded to ash,
Have they fought valiantly
or lost all for nothing?
Has this world turned into hell
and placed a deaf ear on good?
Existance without distractions
as we watch the insurrections,
Now we are the slaves
leashed to meaningless ideals
to try and lead the better half,
Why must we suffer through such horror
with all the world could offer
we accept this demented, fate,
The simple errors ruin our future
as the masses dwindle out
and the choen begin to rise,
Exist the horror of life
and live within it's circle
as humanity begins to unravel,
The morbid acts of gods with human shells
and the oppression of freedom,
Continuous grotesque beings
walking the Earth
hoping to rule their Mother
that which they tred upon,
No more souls, no more lives,
Only empty shells and hell fires
licking the skies in a fierce blaze
as the shattering of beliefs and ideals begin.
