God sits back and laughs at me,
While I throw down this gift he's given me.
Yet still I turn around and realize,
Nothing will change.
Somewhere, so close it's far away,
There is a villain trapped within a hero.
Held back by rusted chains of guilt,
the monster awaits, plotting your strife.
The sickness is there, yet no one can see.
This rotting soul inside of me.
Unplug the machine.
Turn it off.
Let me wither and die.
At least I will be at peace.
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Anger Becomes Our Queen
Just random stuff in here... Lyrics, thoughts, whatever I'm interested in posting is going to end up here...obviously
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