WHERE THE DEAD SOULS GO
our days are numbered, our life is short why kill a brother for something that can be bought a shortcut brings miseries I pray God don’t forgive you even if you use the rosary peak insanity is the new norms we smile as we watch the city burns so long it profits my dear tell me why I should care unrelated, the world harbors too much hate but religion preaches we should have faith can someone explain to me what is my fate? I ain’t going nowhere, I’ll wait a repulsive comment to build a balance coupled for unknown alliance tell me where the wind blows? or where the dead souls go they growl from the grave in pains bound by hardcore chains forever indebted to agony a cozy spot… an irony an infinitesimal care averts much a suicidal soul needs a brunch life is tough, humanity is insane death falls on us everyday like a rain @talk2leigh (X & insta) 5:37am 18 May 202...
