I now revel in the sounds of my environment
Screaming never stops...
My undying hatred.
Black blankets my world and on a cloudy, rainy day
An idea seeps into mind
Why not turn this eternal hate into love?
Flying around the circumference of this world
Taking in all the sights and turning them into experience
My undying hatred of which turns into a completely different sense
As I descend from the turmoiled, idealistic sky
The masses all point and marvel at the sight of what I have become
My undying hatred turns into love.
Why not teach these people...how to *really* live again?
In the sounds of my environment; the sound of sinspawn
With the profound screaming that never stops
I will never learn to love...I will just hate to love.
Your dead angel has resurrected once again...
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Stage Deus-EX-Machina Now
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If my avatar could smack you with this parasol, it would. And extremely stupid people would get it up the shaft.