Life is always unpredictable,
Kings, Mortals and sinners
They dwell on rampage and bereft sins
Curdled in visions of fear
Loathsome dredged envious
Killing the soul
Underneath their hell
And a drop of forgotten tear
To be or not to be is a game
To be or not to be is a traverse shame
Of life that has lost its luster and pride
To dark places
And open bribes
To be or not to be I cry
A tear that's honest
Of my forgotten bride
I rampage in sin
I swear in the dark
I'm a part of the alleys
Which gloried my past sins
I am a collision of good and bad
Then I doubt to revive
My honest heart
Which questions
I dwell in my past
Ask my heart
The end is near
A slumber steady light fades
In empty sphere
And the gravel paths question me
To be or not to be ?
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