

The Struggles of ManNotice the hint of hatred behind his eyesThe Struggles of Man
See the facade slowly crumble
He's kept the act up for too long
The game is over
The time has come for him to get his
Vengence will be sweet
Who cares about eternal happiness
When there is short term pleasure
This might be the end
But at least he lived for nothing
He will close his eyes
And pray they never open again
Eternal damnation is a small price to pay
For the absence of caring
Tell the devil to ready his best men


The Ultimate EndInspiration comes and goesThe Ultimate End
but this feeling lasts forever
locked forever in the depths of my mind
i can suppress it
but only for so long
i can replace it
but nothing quite fits
emergence and depravity
i've tried everything
but psychology has
only come so far
at the end of the day
we are no more in control
of our minds
than we are our hearts
romance died with free thought
civilization reduced to used up carcasses
filling the


ReasonsI only write to preserveReasons
what is true
misleading lies
are a thing of the past
wiped out by our
undying need just to
accept what we hear
word's haven't been
spoken in years
only recycled thoughts and ideas
open mouths echo
the cries of the past
this is what it all
boils down to
the fact that no matter what we do
it will all end the same
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I wanted to be a hippie,
but I forgot how to love.
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"...So I kissed him upside the cranium with that aluminum baseball bat."
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"...So I kissed him upside the cranium with that aluminum baseball bat."
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Nothing is what it seems, no matter how much you want it to be.
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Perceive Through The Eyes Of My Tragedy
...Then Tell Me Of Your Losses.
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