Worship Me
All the days, my thoughts were darkened, and my hopes were turned away,
My psyche, all deep in me, was rotten of sadness
But he came to me and give me his joy to live another day.I have prayed for him, to kill my illness My soul was given away
The I have discovered, all the things he has done
For him, thousands of knights of his killing machine
Have made a lot of souls gone
Still now for me the first fallen angel spreads its fulgent wings… But I am uncertain
Everyone who wants me to fall
Will know how the one who brings light
Can put you in disease insubstantial
But the wrath from above will blight Me to the book to reside eternal
He has just said …
Worship… Worship me
You don't make out why,
He doesn't know how
But worship, never stop to worship him …
The truth is always hard to deem.
If ain't like them, so if I think different,
And if anyone finds me pathetic I can be sure that this person is worshipping him,
It is one of the worshippers, one of the pathetic
Never forget that they are my enemies
The skirmish is still neverending before me
For all the realms he had blighted from the books of creation,
And for all the days I will breathe For all the lives he has taken
, and for all the desperation
I can just might say loud and proud that I hate him
Dedicated to the war against hypocrisy For ever and a day, for all times after
I know what the other thinks about me, my sadness will guide me
But my battle isn't for thee, through unholy thoughts, I think that
My encounter is for me I think he really hates me …
no one can understand me …
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