By: Eliot Jungbluth(me)
Our lives are in a lab,
God and the devil make bets and the winner gets to mutilate us on the slab,
The life that we're livin is a lie,
We live our life for one soul purpose to survive until we die.
The place where we all will some day die,
And get buried in the ground just so we can hope to see the sky,
The place where we wait for the angelics to loose a bet,
Our souls are being gambled, and heavan hasnt won them yet.
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