It's like a freedom I never had, another execution of a life that didn't have a chance. Is this my stance, in a world so full of misery and hate? But it's a little too late, to fix the wrongs that have been done. There will never be justice for the forsaken son. The one who gave his life to save our souls. Yet greed intoxicates all our goals.
The academecy of our lives, where teenagers write their secrets on their skin with the blades of knives. So to gossip the latest news, so others may exchange their views. The dark empowers the weak, showing them the truth in which they seek. The light suffocates the truth, so which the feeble may be soothed. They try to teach us right from wrong but it's been incorrect for far too long. Being buried dead and deep underground are our secrets and mistakes. For the mastery of love this life takes. It isn't enough how much we care. Especially when what we're looking for isn't there.
Emptiness is what we have, loneliness is what we fear. My prayers to a God, real or not, he doesn't seem to hear. So why go through all this pain and feel as your skin burns aginst the acid rain. When all we do is slowly kill ourselves and nothing else. The problem is...within itself. When we bear false witness against our own. For years it's this behavior we have condoned. Family and Friends hold no meaning to few again. This has got to be a major sin.
Is this the end? This life of mine I will defend. A magic so strong it could devastate even the strongest fate. I've given up my soul to another calling. To heed a call from beneath the grave. A person I love wants to be saved. I should have known, I should have said, I should have learned...
That after something like this my soul would not be my own.
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