No Heaven

The hatred rotting us all from the inside,

Tear the walls apart,

Everything I thought I wanted died

And this mindless destruction is art.


Experimental hate-crimes, drowning in

This urban decay and dirt,

Unusual sin, it eats us from within,

And we don't even hurt.


All wingless and scarred,

We're angels marred we'll never

Get to heaven.






The End

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