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Why do we suffer?


Out of the darkness that covers me

Black as a pit from pole to pole 

I ask where is the god that created me because I have lost control

The storms of life have flooded my body

Damaged the walls of my brain 

Thinking that things would get better has became my definition of

Insane 

I have become a failure of every circumstance I have yelled and screamed your name

It's like no mater how hard I try all I feel is

Pain

Chance has bruised and battered me 

Tossed my hopes and dreams at sea

Old friends have used and left me to rot in the pit of my 

Agony 

I come before you now 

Head Bloody and scared 

I look to my around my circle and I don't know how my real friends

Are

I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS PLACES OF WRATH AND TEARS 

WHEN CAN I COME OUT

MONEY LOVE REILGON AND DRUGS

WHAT IS THIS LIFE REALLY 

ABOUT

My eyes are focused one the gate 

But how do I get through 

 I've been cloaked in the filth of life

There's a man in my mirror  

You 

The world may have beaten my body 

I said I would give up but something inside said no

So with my grit I will admit I shall rise from my sorrow 

I refuse to be left behind 

I will fight until the end

Even if I stand alone and I am my only friend 

 Don't give up and persevere I WILL MAKE IT THIS I KNOW

 With this step I shall declare that  

I am 

BECOMING THE MASTER OF THE SOUL 

 

 

 

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Aninamousme
<p>Tearing up over here! That hits deep!! And line 3 has some great rhythym to it, which, when paired with its message just stunningly affects</p>

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