The Mortal Disease

This mortal race
our twisted debate
The lifelong fate
to procreate
Then die
A life without love
A life of sin
A life filled with lies
How do we do it
How do we go on
Everyday
When all we see
Makes us cry
Lie in your bed
Gun in hand
Barrel in your mouth
thinking why you shouldn't do it
But all you can think is why you must
Pull the trigger
Blam
You wake up crying
This happens every time you dream
Your dying
Your scared
Your lonely
You want escape
But can never have it
A thousand years
Filled with countless tears
I've seen all I hold dear
Perish and die
Why can't I?
-- Gabriel Montierre
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