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Because We Can


Who are we in this parallel demonism

Like creatures from the hellbound all we do is destroy any hope

We were given

Our power dies with our soul

We are nothing but unsatisfied bodies

Like a black hole preparing to devour

Our own insufferable avoidances

My guilt is overly demanding

So I forget

What is right

What is human

Because when you mix the two together

Nothing is clear

Its this living dying hell on what’s left of this world

If we don’t get sucked in

We will walk into the fire of our own accord

 

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