Of self unsatisfaction and fear and absolute horror
Of all that is right and righteous
Why do you do a thing in order to delay, we choose
Who can save those, I shout, from those who do
Not cleave to their eye's pupil, let no man be deceived
Of one's pencil.
Behold, I took the chance for him, I told
I have no one to praise my fold, truly cold
My voice is like a weapon, when fired, look
I say, all things are destroyed.. Not one appreciation
Employed, but a wish for my death enthroned.
When alone and cold, there is no support and
When deceived and in need, not one relieves
All my previous sightings are enough to be
Yet all men state still, that I must be... If only ever
They knew how to be me.
Alas, a clean sighting is burned! The planet has turned a fold,
My father left my household in the second year of my birth
So therefore behold! Let my name be forsaken, if that be
The case and my corpse lie in darkness, if ever my soul seeks
Deaths.. Why is a horrible thing done to me, all the things
I seeked, not one came to be.
Alas, all men are better than me! All I wanted they have beneath..
One expression I held, did they spat on, so grievious.. Where is
Salvation in the perlious? Each tear that my eyes drop, is meaningless
To those who saw not my drought, lo, no one has. Not even the angels
Who through me passed.
Alas, it is so easy to describe me, let alone those who derived from me
Weak who always seeks, Incompetent who doth 'pretend', Racist a judgment
From many a judgmentalist, Untalented from many who maintained their beauty
A monster from he who seeks my so-called good 'deity' a devil, from those
Who continues to seek my 'natural' evil.
"Oh wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from this body of death?! " - Paul s' Apostolie
"If God is merciful, then at death I would be renewed but if I wake up in the grave of Fecnaec, then it is better than I never existed at all." - Carl s'ormä (Carl the former)
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