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Schule


 
I'm in the place forsaken by god.
Where nevemore traps people in holes of agony.
Pits of despair and destruction.
No sense of self, no knowledge of 'me'.
Prisons of misery and pain.
No hope anywhere for mercy.
A door to the grave, leading away from grace.
Where angels with wing of black fly you to your demise.
Cages made fom their own grief.
No one listens to compromise.
Where flames curse at the skin.
So dry that your throat dries and collapses.
Lit you a blaze from within.
Where the sun never shines.
A prison for the innocent.
The wrath of Zeus.
The hatred of Hades.
Where Satan carves off your skin to make a bag to put your bones in.  
                     -adults call it 'school'  
 
 
                 
Written by ToteMich (Vergesslich)
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