That's it were fucking finished.
No more "I should have listened"...
and, "I didn't see that coming"
because
you do, And
you have.
You have heard the fucking screams
You have seen the signs, but
blind eyes
only paralyze.
Don't try tomorrow for
tomorrow can not save you
Dont ask your mother because
she
did not pray for you.
We're fucked, we're finished we're
in final moments, yet
the powers of principle still bathing
in
depths of salt, depths of blood, depths of sin
we
scream for a savior.
Your voice
not heard down halls of horror
your soul
not found
when begging for torture.
You pray for death, but
she
won't prevail
burning in hell
is
pleasant slumber, when
you roam the world
with dead lumber
we are dirt
dear child
feel the worms
in
your skin
and
pray to GOD
he
will FORGIVE
or provide some devine
hope, but
nope.
The end is here
we
missed the start, I
drowned
in my own beating heart
The boy, the man, the flesh
the
trailing soul
stop
while you're ahead,
you're
headed below.
About the Creator
Tripp Any Where
Thinking became too much, so I started writing. Bio still in progress ........


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