The Darkest Truth
That joy?
That happiness you feel?
It’s all a lie,
But from your body,
Muffled screams I will pry,
Are those tears,
Running down your cheeks?
Oh how I love to see you cry,
Does it hurt?
To see the real world,
And how little they really care,
Just fly by?
Does it terrify you to know,
That your end is almost nigh,
Oh how it shall please me,
when I hear the chorus sing,
and hear the beautiful mourning bells a ring,
as the sky has greyed,
into a darkened gloom,
how I shall smile,
as I watch from the window in my room,
as they lower your body,
into the ground,
for I shall know,
you are burning in hell.
So go ahead,
Continue to cry,
Come on bitch,
Its time to die!
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