Pain, runs all through my vein,
Stands on me with vengeance and disdain.
Running through the wealth of my world,
Standing by the stealth of his word,
I stand here with my eyes so blurred
Falling through the blithe of his lord.
Breath on run to find was so hard,
Death had fun, and dined the whole blood,
Purpose of the creatures was found,
To the greed of the master of this world.
Pain, runs all through my vein,
Stands on me with vengeance and disdain.
Blaming my faith, am finding no strength,
Leading my life with no purpose of breath.
He will sustain and the world will refrain,
Sacred beliefs got no place to retain.
Here it comes through, brightness of blurred,
Shining in sight, insight so stirred,
Vision lacks front and points inward,
Cause the light never reached the graves of true blood.
Promise of the brighter future,
Standing tall to welcome glow lore,
Man was betrayed and bruised to the core,
The blisters are spanking blasphemy of gore.
Pain runs all through my vein,
Stands on me with vengeance and disdain.
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