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Useless Existance
Twisted images plaguing still waters with their distorted connection
Weaving, threading throughout the soul of a thousand dead
Their few and precious words, that they once had said
Are now forgotten in the world as the dead's spirits last
Millenia after millenia in their perfect sadness
Never knowing whent to end, or if it will end,
Just hoping and waiting quietly
to be taken away from this memory
Though memory it all is, it is full of pain
They try to hold onto where they once knew and loved
but cannot... they must move on.
But chances had been taken
Burned through with atrophede lies
they were shaken pure... shaken bare
Burnt bone-dry and coal black by the harsh realities,
By the worst of falsities.
Lied to until tortured by reality
That is the way things go now...
Death the the Americanized manufactured
And justice to those who have suffered
May the wicked ones be punished soon!
May liars burn in Hell!
May the righteous, as few as they may be,
Suffer no more pain that others cannot see!
May sickness flee from weakened skin,
Cut by a thousand wicked, lying blades
Suggesting relief, soft whispers -
Even the ones you turn to now decieve you.
The ones you forget that care are the only true out there.
If you only rely on the false ones, those who seem sweet but lies sour underneath,
then you shall surely perish in the flames brightly lit.
Lit by society, grasped only by a confused soul,
Eternalized by poverty, naked in the hole.
Only dimmed by honesty, only stopped by love.
If you have hope, then trust in the Ones above!
If you cannot do that, then I pray for your soul!
Everyone has one, no matter what they say.
It is the very essence of you love, life and each day.
It is what gets you through the times of turmoil and fear
Year after precious year.
