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about the more tragic side of life |
| Life is a tragic story, It has a tragic end. It's known to leave people so broken That they never mend. It can be so decieving, It can be so gruesome... It has many praying That tomorrow doesn't come. And in the morning when they wake, Bitter tears of sorrow fall. For they know what is coming, They know what awaits us all. Deeper we sink Into life's fog and confusion. All desperately seeking A joyfull illusion; Or a moment of tranquility So we can be set free; From the aches and pains We call L-I-F-E. We're sitting and waiting. We're paying our dues. We're waiting for something To deminish our blues. But "patience is a virtue" Not all people posses. So everything feels Like a depressing mess. When life finally ends... And we're forgotten by the masses... When you decompose, And you're nothing but ashes... It's time for our story's ending, Or so you'd think it should be. But there's more to endure within Hell's Gates. For all eternity. But you'd be a fool to fear this. You're blind if you can't see; You've been in Hell your whole life, It's inside you..... and me. |