rage becomes a flammable matter
the devil is a tongue twister
i am no longer god's daughter
since shapeshifters turn from his whisper
god's place turns into a war zone
a blood scene with weapons of books
altruism is pried of his throne
sweet innocence it took
love equals sin
so over and over i commit
there's a paradise i won't end up in
but if god's so merciful he'll forgive
from all my sins you'll purify me
forgive me god, for i have sinned
voices of refugee wear no remorse
for my act of evil i shall be skinned
you tell me to beg on my knees
i was born sick, his creation of disease
to worship non repentant hearts misspell
i tasted your heaven so i'll burn in god's hell
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The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
