When the damage is done and all is lost.
I pray to the heavens for another holocaust.
not to kill the Jews or godly people.
To shred the demons and all the unrighteous evil.
to kill the pain that is deep inside.
to stop your name from screaming inside.
they played the game to look for fame.
but instead hide the tears of silenced pain.
We hid the scars we sliced with shame.
we scream to God to hear our name.
He don't hear so we continue on.
Look at death as a way upon.
you don't understand us but we understand ourselves.
and that's what makes a difference when all else fails...
- Author: Zackery ( Offline)
- Published: August 7th, 2016 01:42
- Category: Unclassified
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