Stuck in this World
Its dark, its cold, theres no way out
every space of light seems to be occupied by its own form of witchcraft
I walk on this world with no stablilized path
the lukewarm presense of the present life
the work of the devil
as implication of a rematch
implication of success
trying to deafeat the defeated
but of coarse fooling society
with OUR nieve WEAK flesh
that HE from above patiently awaits
us acting on sinister yet expecting
blessing to pour over the riches
you will only fall in one of the many dark wholes on the universe.
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