come about as to face your fears,
bring forth the despiration of your soul,
shrouded in turmoil,
the hearts of the others are consumed,
waging wars of grief,
the innocent quick to be the diseased,
hiding the abundance of pain,
living in infamy from the shadow's rage,
prosecution and retribution,
lead to the downfall of virtue,
repentance not of the ways of your actions,
but of how you should of created tranquility,
the accused and the abuse falsely sentenced,
life has no jury but a profound executioner,
there is no one to look up to,
no one higher than you to praise,
instead of paradiSe and the pearly gates,
we were given the closest things to hell,
we are the demons that haunt one another,
for we are the demonic souls within Lucifer,
"nothing to fear but fear itself",
man must fear man or so it should be written, |
Submission Name: DEPTHS OF OURSELVES
