PASS

 

PASS

 

                 I stair into Misery’s mirror

  Profit’s price has come

Once it is over, I will burn

Never believed I would have explain my self like this Mercy leaves me

 Hell patient nature

Reviles my sole’s has most serious stair

My own screaming scares me

Reaping human deeds in terrors very source

Those constant whispers were the first to leave

A very present pulse shows its strength in death

Over has passed

Forgiveness is far, and undeserved

I parish