Hell In The Morning
By Lord R.e. Taylor
The dawn comes too quickly
Stars fight to twinkle one more time
Dreams turn to dust and blow away
And the world tries to hide its sins
The people waken to a new day
Seeing new rot on top of the old
Miles deep in some places
Nowhere is clear
That is the way it was designed
No way for anyone to fight
It comes from those we chose
And those who were chosen for us
So, our souls retreat into the darkness
Waiting for the day when the world ends
When the “chosen ones" will be gone
Destroyed by their own kind
Leaving us to fix everything
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