A river of fear through the forest of lies
And its seems as though your body is food for the flies
No chance for a tomorrow seen through your eyes
Yet the vision is clear were you words leak through
Perhaps their is hope that your body won't stew
Lets hope the creature is hungry so he forgets to chew
Breath in breath out taking your precious bouts
And in the time you've taken I see no amount
A falsehood is called yet you still stand quite stout
So sure of yourself that it is not your time
You've neglected the fact that you haven't a dime
Let your silence be know at the end of this rhyme.
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unorthodoxx god of death
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Nothing is sacred when no one is saved
Nothing's forever, so count your days
Nothing is final, and no one is real
Pray for tomorrow, and find you're empty still.
Nothing's forever, so count your days
Nothing is final, and no one is real
Pray for tomorrow, and find you're empty still.
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Who's pissed you off? ._.