Darkness is in this house
Chosen God knows why
Perhaps a random choice
Just to make someone cry,
It’s the normal procedure
For this type of evil hearts
When you expect brotherhood
You get the devil’s farts,
No wonder darkness is
Connected to bad smell
It’s the stench of a soul
That is burning in hell,
Burning itself in flames
From the fire designed
To set astray all hope
From all those who signed,
On the bottom line oblivious
Of the writting that was there
Power, lust, and money
Made them completely unware,
And now try numbness to forget
The pain, so hard to bear
When they look in the mirror
Face to face with what is there...
22-9-2019 - 23.16
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