Last Breath

Vivid hallucinations of a world gone good tripping over the stepping stones of where i once stood virtue and morals exist no more to be female your marked as a whore diving head first into a lake of last breath was it a hell of a life or a step closer to death confused ascendants refuse to admit your like you are because of them hanging from strands of so-called sanity repititious pressures of ego and vanity innocence lost amongst pure irony its a shame intelligence doesnt come with a warranty obligated religion teaches to pray while at the same time denying a race helpless remorse at the door of death why not apologize before your last breath how does it feel to be covered by lies you spent your whole life in shadowy disguise just accept what you are, where you've been maybe next life you wont do it again you attend churches to seek common piety is it real truth or only society?