Apocalypse
• Written by Jesuz1928
I try desperately, To numb through the pain,
As I hold the order, N' the calm of my brain,
Coz it's all but a wrath,
N' it's all that I reap,
But the door of the heaven,
Mean nothing to me.
It's the end of today, end of my ways,
As I'm walking towards an apocalypse.
I'm just being realistic,
The world, its constricted,
My views are conflicted,
I was loving a whore,
But she didn't admit it,
They want me to clash,
Be a convict and a trash,
Work to lose my mind,
Lose my work, smoke Hash
I didn't say I'm a saint,
Nor an angel to be,
But the door of the heaven,
Mean nothing to me.
It's the end of today, end of my ways,
As I'm walking towards an apocalypse.
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Jesuz1928
Member since February 22 2018