Legacies Of Sinnermen

What wickedness is the legacy of a man always lost

Trapped forever in a time and place not meant for him

Forced to play the wicked hand he was dealt, but not without a cost

Never was he meant to know the life for which he was in

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Robbed of any chance by the sins of another evil-souled beast

Forever trapped in lands so devoid of anything resembling good

The choices he would make nearly led him to be deceased

Praying someone would take his last breath, but none could

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Lies, all lies, that lead him to his ultimate downfall

Trusted his gut, something that he should have done

For it wasn't what he thought it was, he did not answer a call

And he was in a game that he could not have won

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The sickening way that he was unknowingly once just prey

For it was the predator's siren song that would ultimately do him wrong

Never again to know the feeling of peace or joy in his day

Left to ponder and pray for the sweetest release of death's final gong

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Sins of the past surround him everywhere he walks this earthly plane

From scoundrel to hero before being forced back again

Never knowing the truth of what his sins had wrought

Never knowing the feeling of escaping the sins of others with a win

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There's no love but only heartlessness left after the hero's song

To come from a violent world filled him with rage he couldn't contain

Stop before unleashing the beast, some shouldn't have done wrong

For those were sins on his legacy that would become a great stain

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Take on the world and carry it on your shoulders, dear boy

Become everything you can for those around you

Sacrifice all the feelings and experiences that might give you joy

Worry about the needs of others in all you do

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No reward for the hero of the story who fought the demons at the gate

Just bad memories of the imperfect man's sins of the past

None remembers his feelings about his already sealed fate

Those sins made by others always last

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The circle is there at the end of each day

Staring into its abyss, he looks to the heavens to say he's sorry

Pain wracks his body in an unimaginable way

He stares for relief into the skies so starry

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But he fights the urge to accept the warmth of the black circle's embrace

With that one act, from the pain and sorrow, he could be free

Finally, to escape from this dreaded and awful place

But at what kind of cost, what would the price on others be

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Tomorrow will not be better; that is a sad and lonely fact

It may not be now, but the void calls for the legacies of sin

With his last and finally defiant act

He swears into the heavens, death hasn't earned him

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The legacy of imperfect heroes in their story

It's a simple little fact of life

For they made mistakes because of things seen so gory

Until one day their flesh feels the release of the knife