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

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5:37am

18 May 2026