We the children of darkness
Our hearts smothered with greed
Our lives so painfully miserable
Our blood lust we cannot seem to feed
We the products of lust
Burning in our own desires
We long for an absolution
Since birth to funeral pyre
We the lying hypocrites
A knife in every back
Friends so long, not friends no more
A sens of humanity we lack
Pure of heart, mind and soul
Into this world we trod
We the children of darkness
Born as the children of GOD....
----The Reaper
Our hearts smothered with greed
Our lives so painfully miserable
Our blood lust we cannot seem to feed
We the products of lust
Burning in our own desires
We long for an absolution
Since birth to funeral pyre
We the lying hypocrites
A knife in every back
Friends so long, not friends no more
A sens of humanity we lack
Pure of heart, mind and soul
Into this world we trod
We the children of darkness
Born as the children of GOD....
----The Reaper

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