All I was and all I could have been,
Has been washed away by salty tears.
Memories I could not forget,
Are all I have left inside my head.Thoughts are no longer processed here,
My brain has gone on strike.
All we want is to find a cure for this hurt,
But there is no salvation in this life.
Or the next, so what shall we do?
Give up trying just like you?Maybe the light will shine for us one day,
Maybe the light will show us the way.
For you and I to be saved
And for this hurt to be erased.There is the light I told you about,
The one to take away all your doubts
And answer those questions you asked.
How did I know this day would come to pass?
History told me this day was come,
My destiny was written in a former life,
Inside a gun, on the day I was born.The meaning of life is to fulfil our destiny,
I now know the answer to what our destiny is.
Simply put; it’s not too good,
For our destiny can only be fulfilled with the aid of a bullet.
The meaning of life, the other big question,
Is birth, life, death and Heaven.
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