It's really too much
     for me to relate.
The feelings I have
     are silenced by hate.
The fate of this world
     lies square on the back
of innocent few
     who all you attack.
So is it a fact
     or something much more,
that begins as a track
     and ends as a whore,
or maybe it's your
     version of things,
that sways how you feel
     like pendulum swings.
The venomous stings
     of beautiful queens,
blurring the vision
     of what it all means,
but it all seems
     to tear at the soul.
Expanding the void,
     leaving a hole.
Believing the toll
     is well worth the cost,
a perpetual nightmare
     eternally lost,
I turn to tha cross
     and pray for an end.
This feeling of loss
     my soul and my friend

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