Still here.
Still here.
Still here.
Who will be first?
Who gets to enjoy the sweet aftertaste of a loverskill?
How many tears will fall from your eyes?
To which prayers will He listen to?
How much is it going to take before you lose hope, faith and your life?
How long will it take before you recognize me?
I was not good enough to talk to.
Well, within five minutes I have you on your knees, begging for me to stop.
I wasn’t good enough for you, you’re not good enough for this world.
I have no mercy for people like you.
You are confused because I shouldn’t be here anymore.
When you slid my throat you thought I was no longer a problem.
Well, I’m back
If angels die
Demons get born.
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