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"The Bitterness of this Plane"
I've seen to much death;
felt to much pain
Experienced things that
would make even the
strongest God lose its
mind and go fucking
insane
But You just say...
"Trust in the Lord; call on
this Name and Pray
and it'll all go away"
Well just tell me that
again when its breathing
down your neck whilst
staring you in the face
I've seen the blood-red
eyes full of desire and
cold intent; and felt the
presence of malcontent,
as for a breach in my
soul it looked for a way
to enter in
Felt the atmosphere that
is around me change as
onto another plain I was
channeled in
They've got it all wrong, it's
not in the afterlife, somewhere
out there; it is all contained in
this life and does appear
I've had to look in my broken
five year olds eyes and tell her
the truth about the facet of
life that my heart does
despise
"Daddy, tell Me why my Grandma
is no longer here; and how can
I talk to Her and feel Her if She
is not near"
Then I saw Her sweet face turn to
brokenness and sadness, when I
told Her to think of Her Grandma
and talk to Her and in Her heart
she'll feel Her presence
The tears in Her eyes at such a
young age, filled me with an
emptiness and rage that my
mind can't explain or from
contain
felt to much pain
Experienced things that
would make even the
strongest God lose its
mind and go fucking
insane
But You just say...
"Trust in the Lord; call on
this Name and Pray
and it'll all go away"
Well just tell me that
again when its breathing
down your neck whilst
staring you in the face
I've seen the blood-red
eyes full of desire and
cold intent; and felt the
presence of malcontent,
as for a breach in my
soul it looked for a way
to enter in
Felt the atmosphere that
is around me change as
onto another plain I was
channeled in
They've got it all wrong, it's
not in the afterlife, somewhere
out there; it is all contained in
this life and does appear
I've had to look in my broken
five year olds eyes and tell her
the truth about the facet of
life that my heart does
despise
"Daddy, tell Me why my Grandma
is no longer here; and how can
I talk to Her and feel Her if She
is not near"
Then I saw Her sweet face turn to
brokenness and sadness, when I
told Her to think of Her Grandma
and talk to Her and in Her heart
she'll feel Her presence
The tears in Her eyes at such a
young age, filled me with an
emptiness and rage that my
mind can't explain or from
contain
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