A good egg had rotten.
A life that will be soon destroyed.
Turned away from all contentment.
Find nothing yet wants more.
Lost in the bliss of the devil.
Found a companion at the sophomore.
Where he turned away to a glorious sunshine.
Faced the darkness, the night forevermore.
A desire for things that are morbid.
Love them for they are blood.
A life that had turned so horrid.
Find pleasure for every murder,
Of what a heart should have had.
Astray, he doesn't know who he is.
Things have gone differently, altered.
The heart that was of love was gone,
The love that was gone is hatred.
Sin was etched in his heart.
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