I am sitting in my own blasphemes,
Looking at all of my catastrophes.
I don't want to keep on sinning,
However I have to keep on living.
You see to live is evil,
And evil is people.
People are sinners.
Yet people are believers.
I accept if I'm wrong I shall burn,
I merely sit here and wait for my turn.
I preach out my lesson,
yet none of you learn.
I have given up on you it seems.
You can't give up your silly dreams.
I'll murder your mind if you'd give me a chance.
For talking to me may just be your final dance.
I wish to give you all my mind.
But the message none seem to find.
Maybe it isn't them who are lost,
Maybe my victory is Perice, at to great a cost?
I have chosen my fate.
it is all to late.
I'm going to end this all.
I have finally started to......FALL!
