When times were bleak We all croached in the name of the dark Light no longer graced out faces Devastation swept through the masses Where was god when I fell to my death Laughing at his children as we suffocate All was done to make him happy and proud Now our souls have plummeted to the ground In the light of day We plead our case But in reality we are all dead Worshipping the stone face My savior has gone to hell Burning flesh, screaming as he fell Asking pity for what he had done But he really unleased the wrath of god on everyone Paying for sin's I didn't commit Why must I be condemmed for this shit Just because I wear the flesh of my kind I should be saved and left behind In the light of day We plead our case But in reality we are all dead Worshipping the stone face All for Nothing Crying as we die Flesh burns Forever asking the question why
Reason for writing:
Fuck God what did he ever do for me....
Birth sign: Aries
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