Lost in a state of constant serentity. I'll break these walls that constantly bleed me. Divine persecution of justice immoral for the fallen immortal. The slivers teething its way into my veins dose more morphine. Minutes alive I take in stride cause its all fading quickly. Bliss its kiss calmed my senses. Now with open eyes I'm falling over the edge. My friend belief is a discease. Now as I stare at these stars. I feel so alone knowing there no god with them. Ignorance is bliss but how do I ignore this? So alone... So alive yet dead inside. Speak in whispers a holocaust is coming. Saturate your fears of ill - fated demise with a wavering premising caled faith. May god help us.
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i really liked this you put a lot of emotion into something short but it had that sort of calm but strong feeling in it.
GREAT JOB!
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