
ill dig a hole in your pocket
to see how much gold you consumed
you never seem to fill your hunger
you've dragged me down
suffer my angst
you'll never laugh
i 'll tear your hands
and impale it in your lust
how fake this world can be?
tormented souls
and smiling priests
how numb a human
can be blinded by love pain
in a different degree
he'll feel nothing now
corpses will never rest in peace
flies are waiting for the deceased
and hear the whores moan
for the pleasure that they receive
don't make me laugh
when you pray what for?
and to whom?
don't get your hopes too high
It’ll break apart
changes?for what?
damn you,your stench
flying like ravens in my world
your eyes, stitched tightly by envy
you'll grab what you desire
you'll eat what you like!
even the man with a God like grin
and white robe would crawl on his sins
war,is like a mirror for stupidity
what an ugly way to die
the faces of filth is yet to come
we have our own demons
our own hell its up to us to survive
but i hope we will not
optimists should think wisely
nothing's perfect
nothing''s real
nothing's going to last in this dream
this is just a reoccurring nightmare
like those in the movies that we see
nothing ends happily
and as the curtains fell
you'll see the maggots of humanity.
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