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Coldness wraps around me My heart in the lonliest place, weak and needy My strength sipping away fast "It is becoming rather expensive To afford faith and hope" The anguish inside me speaks Dispicable voices confuscate me my strength was once enough to choke a horse Witty and skillful everyday But these are the days of evil A darkness no one could fathom How can I win against my enemy When I have not won against me These voices, these double minds; fear So depressing that I cant throw a punch against me The world gets colder Wickedness spreads and no one bothers Everyone used to be a brother Before little girls were bought in brothels And ****** in the streets became a habit I survived, I have fought I have saved a few from the Grim Reaper in the dead of the nights The siren of ambulances a soundtrack Of my necessary evils I am getting ****** in Losing my soul to what I stand against In the pitch dark nights Where I become jury and judge Now I cant do it anymore Not on my own Lord I need you The world is getting colder
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
Necessary Evil
Coldness wraps around me My heart in the lonliest place, weak and needy My strength sipping away fast "It is becoming rather expensive To afford faith and hope" The anguish inside me speaks Dispicable voices confuscate me my strength was once enough to choke a horse Witty and skillful everyday But these are the days of evil A darkness no one could fathom How can I win against my enemy When I have not won against me These voices, these double minds; fear So depressing that I cant throw a punch against me The world gets colder Wickedness spreads and no one bothers Everyone used to be a brother Before little girls were bought in brothels And ****** in the streets became a habit I survived, I have fought I have saved a few from the Grim Reaper in the dead of the nights The siren of ambulances a soundtrack Of my necessary evils I am getting ****** in Losing my soul to what I stand against In the pitch dark nights Where I become jury and judge Now I cant do it anymore Not on my own Lord I need you The world is getting colder
What if in the process of rooting out evil we become evil, and play to the devil's tune?
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andrewjuma
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
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