Existence
Once upon a time in the history of the past was born into existence an evilness
that would last, through generations to the end of time brought forth to man every
imaginable crime. from the earth without form or void ,came the demons a sickness
the paranoid.
First came the demon temptation it grew fast across the unborn nations
then came death and hate ,nothing left for negotiation then lust and fornication
raping the planet before life began ,the ultimate sinner was born a man.
Who created man, and what the hell is lust out from the heavens blew the wind and
dust and there things are and what should be ,he who gave us the air was hung on
a tree.
they say he's the savior ,the savior of what ? and why would you save us from the
things that we got, man is the demon created for sin, and when this life is over our
death will began,
And then we will see what's good is not ,the life we have chosen, and we all have a
lot of things that aren't true it all was a lie, we've all tried to live but for sin we will
die
It does not matter what happened in the garden of Eden,we were created for sin
hate and bleedin.
It now does not matter who beggat who ,were all goin to hell this much is true ,
so hate who you want and love what you will, your as good as puppet just
needing a thrill, the past is history the future a bler life is for living
but death is for sure ..................................
James............................................................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2010
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