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Burning Desire

Burning hate,
Lustful desire,
Selling your soul to the pits of hell fire.
Calling names to shooting gangs,
This short life is a selling game.
Hot on the market, you’ve gotta try it.
Burn the haters,
Follow the desires,
Walk away from this sea of criers.
This f*cked up world tells us how to live,
All I think is that I shouldn’t believe.
Is God the sinner?
Or is he a saint?
For putting us here on the world he creates,
Should I thank him, or despise him so?
This, I think, I shall never know.



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