seven scars of sacrelige
seven sins of passion.
seven circles of sacrement.
seve
The passing hours of life
numb the pain of the
when the sky falls down upon us and heaven burns
I'll burn down
With this cross that stand before me
stare at
Suppressed by mountains of rage
yearling within a hope
someday he'll amount
You raped my life from me
forever gone
a cautiously placed grin
These scars I wear never seem to heal
these scars
demons evolve from brimstone and sulfur
from fire is born this
Merciless death how you love your precious guilt
how you pathetically
through this veil of smoke
a new day arises
a day of
Beaten into the ground
broken beyond all hope
buried in a shallow
Life encaged in madness Lies in forced to live with
A fix of sanity To erase your memory A dose
Strike your lust into my heart and call it love
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