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