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The Sinful King

I use to feel death would set me free
But there's nothing about death that's free
Even in hell they capitalize on it,
Charon the uber driver has a fee
Luckily for me I always have my two cents...

I'm alone in this hell I'm in
Trapped
beneath the heavy words
And your flat emotion again
Stolen,
your Grace is from the Angels it seems
And I the
Fiend,
As always I with the charisma of a king

A God may have his enemies
but even so
He cannot find the strength
to help you out...
But somberly I sit alone
Watching the world weep at his throne
Has your voices reached him now?
A devilish whisper mockingly so
says "No"
The scariest thing crosses their minds
Have we lost faith in Him?
Or has he finally lost faith in humankind.

Close your eyes butterflies.
We don't all go to Heaven
when the world begins to fry.
Written by Lothbrok (Jadie Angelik)
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