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Into the Hands of the Beast: Life V.S. Death

Life is a hassel, that is full of pain, but sometimes there is too much to sustain, so let your eyes shed tears of light, and let your sorrow come out tonight. The next day, your thriving for a new life, and that is when, you pull out the knife, the cool blade slides across your wrists, releasing the life within you, and creating the mists, for a moment your body becomes completely numb, then you think to yourself, how could i be so dumb? Then I'm walking down, a long dark hallway, nothing to be found, can't even tell if it is night or day, now i know that i had made the wrong decision, but it is too late to correct it, this is my fate, and now, i must deal with it. But this is not life, this is just my bad choice, and since i pulled the knife, now i have no voice, demons made decisions for me now, and satan sits there, upon his chair, and don't ask why or how, why you are here now, all of this is not unfair, nothing can help me, not even a prayer.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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