07-27-2012, 04:06 PM
In death there is pain,
craving for life, what was the gain?
Parabolic hapiness in destruction
Of evil am the instrumentation
reaped the fruits of satisfaction
with a lot of useless and disturbing imagination
Migration to lies and conceit
mine is nothing but a forfeit
Congruence to hell, have lived in disdain
yet the pain is way more than just a sprain
Into the depths are scattered numerous meteors
burnt into rubbles the past irregular crators
Imaginariums of nothing but shadows of hollows skeletons
Futile Battles of notional glory of the Spartans
Engraved in genes are these destructive patterns
If its fore written, wasteful to ponder with concern
craving for life, what was the gain?
Parabolic hapiness in destruction
Of evil am the instrumentation
reaped the fruits of satisfaction
with a lot of useless and disturbing imagination
Migration to lies and conceit
mine is nothing but a forfeit
Congruence to hell, have lived in disdain
yet the pain is way more than just a sprain
Into the depths are scattered numerous meteors
burnt into rubbles the past irregular crators
Imaginariums of nothing but shadows of hollows skeletons
Futile Battles of notional glory of the Spartans
Engraved in genes are these destructive patterns
If its fore written, wasteful to ponder with concern