What is so wrong with running along through life without a care at all? Being an individual doesn't mean one and the same, and yet you call me the one insane. Every week they drag me to this room where I endure torture and pain all for kissing a boy out in the rain. Picture after picture is flashed in front of my face and a needle in my vein is supposed to cure the taint. Did you ever stop to think that the taint is you? What makes you think that I am wrong and you are right? Numbers don't determine right or wrong, but you can't seem to comprehend that. I will never bow down to a god that was never mine. If I burn in Hell, alright, that can't be worse than this. Your blood will paint the walls of His house, your screams and shouts won't be answered. Do to others what you expect in return, that was what I was taught. You wanted to change me, right? Accept the results.
Here's the church, and here's the steeple
Open the door and see all the people.
Here's the parson going upstairs,
And here he is saying his prayers.
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
