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A World of Lost Souls...
This world that greets us,
from our first days...
Is none but a disguise.
It kills our souls,
in so many ways...
With all that we despise.
We try so hard,
to fill the void...
that is wretched from our tender hearts.
As lo' and behold,
comes the savagery...
That this world calls an art.
Are we truly,
destined to feel,
This hatred of ourselves?
As "God" laughs above,
we bow our heads...
Put your soul apon a shelf.
No one's coming...
No ones will care...
Just take the pain,
grin and bare it...
We are slaves..
to an unfit cause,
we are doomed to never be wholes.
So shed your tears,
and enter in...
to a world of lost souls.
-Rose
from our first days...
Is none but a disguise.
It kills our souls,
in so many ways...
With all that we despise.
We try so hard,
to fill the void...
that is wretched from our tender hearts.
As lo' and behold,
comes the savagery...
That this world calls an art.
Are we truly,
destined to feel,
This hatred of ourselves?
As "God" laughs above,
we bow our heads...
Put your soul apon a shelf.
No one's coming...
No ones will care...
Just take the pain,
grin and bare it...
We are slaves..
to an unfit cause,
we are doomed to never be wholes.
So shed your tears,
and enter in...
to a world of lost souls.
-Rose
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