A Sinner's Requiem
This might explain why suicide is not actually such a bad idea. It might even be a blessing to the other people out there.
Many sins I have committed,
My moral has long been corrupted.
The long history of past kings and queens,
Will be ashamed on such a creature the sun had ever beamed.
Some people say that you can always go back,
Some say repent will be my salvation,
But how can you repent with pride on your back?
Or when the only future you have is eternal damnation?
Not all problems can be solved,
Not when hope is as small as a pond.
Not all sins can be forgotten,
Not when the shadows in your soul continue to darken.
So hear me, the ones who claims they care for my health
Encourage me no more to find a way,
For there is no other way than Death,
To one who sins every day.
The Doors of Hell are open wide,
And I am strolling towards them without a sigh.
I am facing the fire and brimstone,
For endless torture remains in my every bone.
My moral has long been corrupted.
The long history of past kings and queens,
Will be ashamed on such a creature the sun had ever beamed.
Some people say that you can always go back,
Some say repent will be my salvation,
But how can you repent with pride on your back?
Or when the only future you have is eternal damnation?
Not all problems can be solved,
Not when hope is as small as a pond.
Not all sins can be forgotten,
Not when the shadows in your soul continue to darken.
So hear me, the ones who claims they care for my health
Encourage me no more to find a way,
For there is no other way than Death,
To one who sins every day.
The Doors of Hell are open wide,
And I am strolling towards them without a sigh.
I am facing the fire and brimstone,
For endless torture remains in my every bone.
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