Bloodshed for the shameless.
A followers tone embeds in your mind;
You're lost in your own conscience.
Continuance of ones own life,
Not nearly concerning yourself
With entities of unjust foul play.
Follow yourself and your dreams,
Though never forget what there is to seem.
Memories and visions proclaiming false vows.
This moment ends and violence adjourns,
Whilst you waste your time counting
The reasons you despise me.
I will spend my days happy and peaceful,
Knowing each day I have something you will never.
A love true enough to believe in,
And a life worth living.
Not worrying about your insignificance.
I'm through with your mess.
There are many more important things
To concern myself with.
So another day another try.
Now I'm happy, and one day you will die
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