You’re a son of a gun,
Stealing souls.
Acting like the ones you hurt,
All for shelter,
You stopped believing,
I live because I do, believe.
Stealing souls,
And forcing emotions
You in reality will never feel.
Epic for the demon
Who stole my everything
Left me lifeless,
Searching for more souls who didn’t
Seem to believe in love.
Bleeding from my stomach,
Hands in a fist, standing.
Protecting the body my soul choose.
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