This is the beginning
The beginning of the end
This is where the weak gather
Plotting their revenge.

Revenge on the world, for what it has done
Revenge on god, sacrifice his only son.

This is where the strong go
To prove who they are
Give me my identity
My heart-shaped scar.

This is where the ugly hover
Alone, afraid
Tearing out my hair
From my ugly, sordid head.

This is where the wrong sit
I know who I am
‘noone understands me’
‘I do it because I can’.

This is where the liars play
In their melting pot of sins
Sins of broken promises
Dead flowers, lost kings.

This is my heart
This is my soul
Weak strong
Ugly
Wrong

Fucked
Up
And
Sold

Maybe this is the end.
 
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