Everybody's the same
Everybody has pain
Everyone will suffer!
Everyone's lied
Everyone's cried
Now everyone must die
Knives in your back
Held by the closest of friends
This is your destiny
This is the end.
Could there be more to this life?
Is there beginning and end?
Either way they're all the fucking same
They'll all go to the grave
They will never be saved.
They will suffer in hell
Everybody will suffer
It's not goodbye, farewell
See you another time,
No. This is the end.
Could there be more to this life?
No. They were born to fucking die!
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Book Of Demons..
PoetryDone somewhat in poetry form, mostly quite dark, and a lot is not poems. Just stuff that goes through my head. Mostly about failure, demons, murder, blood, etc.
