Look what it has become
Fields of faceless pride
Misled into belief. Hidden in veils
So you think you are all glorious?
So you think you are blessed?
A divine epidemic
Just another form - possessed
We should have fought back
Before it was too late
But we cannot change the past
So I guess this is our fate
Far from below,
A dreary fearsome sound
Drifts upon my ears - Arousing.
Conforming...
Deep embedded misery,
Pouring through their hearts
To mine in tidal waves
Ungodly violence...
A creeping night,
With a crawling feast
Raping your life good-bye...
I shall survive...
Descending to
An endless pit...
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INVIA LE CORREZIONI