Immoral Mortality
A soul to which i treasure, has left
A feeling i was accustomed, no more
The joy he brought, never felt again
A man who took the power of god, dead
He chose to end it, forever
Couldn't take it, never
Felt alone, hopeless
With nobody left, denial
Thought not of the children, therapy
Or of the people it affected, sorrow
Everything he had worked for, gone
All his life was for nothing, pointless
He took his own life, harsh
So he would feel no pain, mistake
He thought it would all end, wrong
With his death came eternity, hell
But when he hung himself, stupid
He took a part of me, thief
My soul was hung up their, selfish
And our souls went to hell, tortured
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