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A Dead Poet
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Volume Two No Hope, No rest for the wicked
the devil's favorite for being the sickest
thoughts that could drive a man to kill
not even on acid, they seem so real
Close your eyes
as the world before you dies
and hear the Angel's Cries
"Will I die a man thats whole?
is there salvation for my soul?
The price is a heavy toll"
This is the art of a dead man
This is a dead poet's last fan
dancing with demons in the sacred garden
on my knees for a spiritual pardon
however still a dead god in my eye's
the bible riddled with scripture lies
A truth to be sought
with a heaven that can't be bought
with all the brilliance of the world,
A race that still needs to be tought
I hold a Key in my hand, it's called an open mind
for when I die, the truth I'll find
"Will I die a free man?
will my mind ever make a stand?
The poisons of it all
will be my down fall"
