The water becomes clearer then slowly turns grey,
Once souls are washed clean and the damned drink the water.
You tell me to believe in a God that will condemn me,
A pain in the chest of a robot like the rest.
Hoping this moment to be quiet, as not to disturb the sleeping,
Now you know that I won't breathe a word.
Drunk all that was in the glass, I guess I'm a pessimist,
Those eyes never close as you stare at her grave.
Because judging is in and compassion is out,
So give all you know and get nothing in return
Hate turns the world, this is how life works,
And the damned are the saved, and the saved do the damning.
Are used and abused till all is blue inside,
And the purples and the red, bruised heart, mind and soul.
Because the better are the users, what else was expected,
When everything I've ever seen was to be the better person. |
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