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deathbeds
01:38
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i was robbed of two things that day;
freedom to mourn, ability to pray.
life is a line, shorter every day.
life is a dot, swallowed by the past.
i'm watching it pass,
just like you
watched it pass
before your eyes
in hospital beds.
you prayed to god,
he didn't listen.
i didn't know
what was coming.
at least now you're out of pain.
when in time am i closer to my death than to my birth?
when you lie in deathbeds,
when the room is cold and empty,
and god has turned away,
who will answer all your prayers?
who will hear your final words?
who will say goodbye to you?
i need answers.
i'm still waiting.
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bring me his head!
01:30
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go back to mommy's basement,
bitch.
why are you so fucking backwards?
talking shit like you need it to breathe.
how the fuck do you sleep at night?
i push through,
torn by the storm waves.
i pushed you away.
you would know.
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family portraits
01:48
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it was all so out in the open,
it was all so easy to see.
everyone loves to turn a blind eye.
locked behind doors, shrouded in darkness;
every attempt to speak up is futile.
holes in walls above family portraits.
crawl into the hole you made and die.
die.
you made me want to die.
i thought you would protect me.
this house used to be home.
this house can never be home after what you did here.
even after we were set free,
he followed us, he followed me.
inside my head,
still hear the screams of fear and my mother's despair.
this is what it sounds like to break a child's heart.
oh my god.
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