Can we see the end of this turmoil
The end of the suffering
Many days I watch and wait for the end of it
The blood that seeps onto the floor
Can we see the end of this turmoil
The end of the suffering
Many days I watch and wait for the end of it
The blood that seeps onto the floor
That powers his rage
It fuels him
He storms in
The beast
He takes your soul and leaves a husk
You are not dead
Yet
You are not alive
You wander lost in the darkness
While the beast
Feasts on your soul
Your sadness
He drains you
When he is done
You wish for death
You beg for it
You cry out for God to take you
But God can not
For you have given yourself over to the beast
And now you are lost
A lost soul
To wander and burn
For all eternity
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