There I was walking through the spattering rain,
Reminds me of metals clattering like trains,
There I was still walking,
As no one was talking to me,
Or even stalking,
The freezing and merciless wind gales,
Teasing like bees and tattle tales,
I,
Watching a fire burning down something,
Watching it tire and turning away things that I own,
Watching lick devilishly and blossom every darkness,
Watching it sheepishly swallow everything like Stygian smoke,
Just standing there with tears,
Handing in with fears,
My ears have heard the call,
Where now I am short which I was once tall,
Burning away and turning over,
The great,
And summoning,
A turmoil of filth,
To tilt me at every moment of life,
There I was,
Watching my failure,
Denying the purpose of my fate,
For I have lost,
To the perils of life,
Giving myself,
To suffer a horrible plight,
Just as a terrible flight to hell,
Everything has changed,
The people,
The atmosphere,
The daily routines,
And of course respect,
Considering I as a suspect,
Also now a condemned acolyte,
To serve the lights of Lucifer,
Known as the decider of the damned,
Known as the king of kings,
Known as a blood addict,
Known as a demon who hungers,
On anger,
So as I watch everything change,
I sulk everyday,
Transforming into a hulk,
That causes more destruction,
Like never before,
Alas,
Suicide is not the road to salvation,
As it is the toad of pathetic expiation,
So as devastation,
Every time,
The grail of frails is poured in to the mouth with extra thyme,
Worsening the flavor,
That vomits out more evil,
Like the vile of tainted blood,
Fainting all innocent people,
So as ruining the recipes,
And formulas,
Just sulking and screaming for vengeance,
Yet it will never be avenged by creaming up everything,
Cackling every time,
Like a mongrel,
Who wastes time mumbling and tumbling,
Utterly nonsense,
The pain that is unleashed,
And the happiness that is leashed,
What is it like,
To suffer a terrible death,
Once everything is lost,
That cost more than money,
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