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You see, Demons always come back, All the demons you make, gain or trail, All the wrongs you do, befriend and send, Find a way to make you fail, Your self-righteous backstabbing ways, Will always turn the knife around, And before you can stop it, You’ll be dead without a sound, And the commandments you say you praise, Will fall with the weight of the sun, And crush your hopes and dreams, And your longed for days with God will never come, And if he really is up there, watching, He sees how evil his child, you, are, And if he really is sitting, judging, He will see you far less than a star, But the black hole your hearts are. -July 2nd 2013
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 5:22 AM UTC
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You see, Demons always come back, All the demons you make, gain or trail, All the wrongs you do, befriend and send, Find a way to make you fail, Your self-righteous backstabbing ways, Will always turn the knife around, And before you can stop it, You’ll be dead without a sound, And the commandments you say you praise, Will fall with the weight of the sun, And crush your hopes and dreams, And your longed for days with God will never come, And if he really is up there, watching, He sees how evil his child, you, are, And if he really is sitting, judging, He will see you far less than a star, But the black hole your hearts are. -July 2nd 2013
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 5:22 AM UTC
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