I was happy. The sun was shining and my day seemed a little bright, Even though i still live with that guilt, The sun finally met the moon, And it seemed almost to perfect to exist, But at least the Sun was shining a little brighter.
He was the antichrist in a church full of angels,and he drew in the goddess herself.He snatched her up from the heavens and filled her with his filthy ways but she loved every bit of it
why must it hurt? why must I deal with pain that I scream to go away? why must it hurt? when I shout I want out all they hear is silence I don't want to go this way, but it hurts. and the pain will not subside, in fact; It spreads. Like Wild Fire