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Darkness end
Don’t judge the acts of men welcome their lust, greed; evil acts hide the pain that fills their veins. My arms are open to the one’s heaven has to cast out to live in sin for we are all human with lust that come in are dreams who am I to damn the ones that don’t live by the book of man. For we all know one true fact that we are all born to die when are time comes to its end so what, why not have some fun until are end that will come upon us all one day .
So I play in the devils play ground, and eat at his table drink wine that he offer me until my number is call to its end for who are we but animals any way that walk this earth looking for our own path to come are way so who am I to say what is evil and what is not for so many that want to live by a book that has had man’s hand in it and to say it’s the words of whom I wish not to speak of on this day for not no one knows is a fact but of a myth a man in a sky above that does not live for which I have token my path in which has been a blast.
For we no longer burn the witch at the stake and call her evil. Many have died on the path to reach for the man in the sky for which he does not live but only words in a book that a man has wrote but yet so many choose to believe for only scared of death in which they hope for life after death. What man fear is the darkness in which death brings.
I have had fun being wicked and living in sin without the fear of the darkness that one day will come calling for me in which I do not fear I will welcome at my door with open arms.
So I play in the devils play ground, and eat at his table drink wine that he offer me until my number is call to its end for who are we but animals any way that walk this earth looking for our own path to come are way so who am I to say what is evil and what is not for so many that want to live by a book that has had man’s hand in it and to say it’s the words of whom I wish not to speak of on this day for not no one knows is a fact but of a myth a man in a sky above that does not live for which I have token my path in which has been a blast.
For we no longer burn the witch at the stake and call her evil. Many have died on the path to reach for the man in the sky for which he does not live but only words in a book that a man has wrote but yet so many choose to believe for only scared of death in which they hope for life after death. What man fear is the darkness in which death brings.
I have had fun being wicked and living in sin without the fear of the darkness that one day will come calling for me in which I do not fear I will welcome at my door with open arms.
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