Deep within all souls endure
A dark place, shadowy unpure
Its shames harnessed, shackled in place
Never to see morning or reveal its face
What lengths, what strides to silence its voice
Storymaker created, circling thoughts, no choice
Lie upon lies, eyes work to conceal
Whilst war rages fourth, Satans Battlefield
Whatever path one walks, whichever mask one wears
Frame by frame, day by day etched in time your trail cannot disappear
Wriggle and wrythe, more stories more lies
Whilst over your shoulder, Black riders, demise
Are years months shorter or have months become days
Flesh and bone become weary, body weak, malaise
Satan smiles as your struggle transgresses spirit to flesh
His skin crawls with delight as he prays for your death
A black womb now encases, no north no south
Decisions clouded, thoughts twisted, nil by mouth
Attacked you are now from inside and out
Yet there is noone around no-one in sight
You run for the bridge arms outstretched and wide
You laugh as you fall, at last your alive
You've beaten them, yes, once and for all
who'll fuck with you now your'e ten feet tall
You hover above now, looking down with relief
The pictures all wrong, confused, disbelief
No riders, no Reaper, no punishments for wrongs
Just family and friends weeping in throngs
Silence, floating, confused and alone
No heaven? No Hell? you aimlessly roam
In a distance laughter from a place for souls lost
Satans book, open, your name proudly embossed
I kinda was sad about people topping themselves thats what bought the above on,
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