Stuck in this World

Its dark, its cold, theres no way out

every space of light seems to be occupied by its own form of witchcraft

I walk on this world with no stablilized path

the lukewarm presense of the present life

the work of the devil

as implication of a rematch

implication of success

trying to deafeat the defeated

but of coarse fooling society

with OUR nieve WEAK flesh

that HE from above patiently awaits

us acting on sinister yet expecting

blessing to pour over the riches

you will only fall in one of the many dark wholes on the universe.



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