through many deaths and much pain
my hopeless soul stays the same
without life there is only death
and with death there is nothing left
tourted as a man in a cage
my hate and anger is always raged
pity no one for the choices they make
if they suffer its their mistake
saddness is a weak trait to show
and happiness is a lie we bestow
ruined furtures and endless mourn
how my soul is always and forever torn
demons, devil and creatures of all kinds
all have a speacil place in my mind
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