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we even stand to not lend a hand.we de-moralize a whole society cause we are brought upon the believe that they were born underminded.In a state of force

Every time i hear your voice, it reminds me of the echoes. The torturous melodies a remittance to wake the dead.With the masses at the stare, im at a

Our days are numbered in this day and age of destruction,where the weary and weak are slipping in a coma. The only safe haven in this world is our independence

Mental anguish is filled with fears of disapproval.Never was i accepted in your eyes. With diminishing feelings of joy, you were never satisfied. Always

We are Born Into Sin.But how do we crawl from a shallow grave,Thrusted into a world of mindless slaves.A consistent wave of debauchery.Is this all society

We are driven to failure But my blood will not be shed A resilience of greater fortitude. To the forefront of our admiration of a bastard. creating a