His energy has been here as long as mine Even before this universe we go farther then the past Sadly this life is his last No more revolving doors Judgment does not Exist A task past Complaints as a masķ Mercy is not for the wicked The end will not come fast Incorrectly formed His soul is poor Devolving floors Aggression aroar Created for tension Beautiful messes Learning Pointless lessons Together we cried laughed Now you will move on outside of this universe burning fast bright hot and gone