Inborn Suffering

A will
 Inner strenght
 To go through pain

 Can you think
 You can hold this world
 In thy hands?
 Lay down
 Grasp for air
 Disemboweled being
 Scrap doll

 Thousand thorns had grown up 
 Thousand nails through thy eyes
 Exhult, exhort and face

 Or drown in everyday's misery
 To become a shade
 Just as everyone
 In the flattening of the world

 Souring taste
 Of cynic words
 Feed thy biferness
 Reach Apotheosis

 Words are wind
 Memories are stones
 That you raise each day

 No salvation expected
 For the mourner
 Ad nauseam (Hell is so real)

 You can wait for long
 A sign, a light
 From the sky
 Better lose in an ocean of tears
 So blue
 So cold
 Little taste of Death

 Words would never heal
 A glance at the world
 Of utter ugliness

 It will never end
 Despair succeed to despair
 Succeed to despair
 Succeed to despair
 Ages never change us
 Whatever you can be

 Bear your cross 
 Be nailed on it
 But, you won't 
 Be the expected messiah


 Words remain wind 
 Memories, stones 
 Would you carry it each day?

 There's no salvation expected 
 For the mourner
 Awaken 'till the end

 Wiil that fades
 Vanished strength 
 Empty shell

 How can you hold the world in thy hands now?
 You've drown in everyday's misery
 Just like a shade, like "them"

 Little mourner 
 Just another min's withening

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