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2011-06-04 | |
Some drink and drown in alcohol
Some smoke and wither as they grow
Some for youth theyâ€™d sell their soul
And some the truth will never know.
Young man prays to God one day
And blindly glares up at the sky
Not knowing of his soul laying in hay
Heâ€™ll turn out atheist before heâ€™ll die.
Young couple meets just for fun
Not sharing feelings for each other
Both are nobodies, should have been one
But I think that they donâ€™t bother.
Grown up man holding a gun to kill
Walks around led by his rage
He pulls a trigger, feels just a thrill
And writes his peerâ€™s final page.
Souls cast away in their own hell
Take comfort waiting for salvation.
Bleeding to death, continuously they swell
On their short way to damnation.
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