Let it go for the thousandth time, atomic bombs explode in every line, thrown in hell to serve my time, but now the beast is back and the world is mine, I’ll raise my fist and fight back this time as I wonder if the sun will ever shine? Violent crimes, wicked times, the world hangs from a splitting line as death creeps through every line. Lay me down beneath the dirt let the blood wash away my curse, this mind is just to disturbed, an angel dies with every verb. Faith is kicked strait to the curb as the demons hang on every word, when the world acts so absurd, seeking vengeance with explosive rage, just another violent stage, it takes to long to turn the page, just hit you knees and pray for one more day. Let the rain wash away your pain and find somewhere else to place the blame.
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