Cycle of the Soul

by justin   Sep 21, 2006


I wish it would all end today,
This nightmare of reality.
Twisted liars burying me
In a sea of false beliefs.
Got my hopes up way too high,
Then I fell like a hawk from the sky,
Writhing as I fell toward inevitable demise,
Waiting for my soul to rise.

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