Hope was lost in those turbulent winds of faith, it got tossed
you chose thy own end, preparatory now await for thy sins
No! you couldn’t see beyond that gray haze of tomorrow,
you’ll be feeling more then the present sting of your sorry,
You’ll hear the muffled cries within the screams of a whisper
deny tainted hatred in your temper, like a dog you’ll whimper
Your flesh will be striped of a soul that was rotten to the core
maggots will feast on that rancid flesh complied on the floor
Your elevator awaits it begins your next stop the devils den
still clinging to the hope in God’s name, ant that lame but
this is no game it’s just a damn shame you missed that plane,
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