The Revival

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Little Do You Know That This Poetry I Grow Keeps Me Going Til' The End Of The Night, Because If I Didn't Write Then Who Knows And Who Might Guess What Goes Down. It'd Be Me In A Box Colored Brown Going Into The Ground Followed By Tears And No Sound, I'd Be Wearing A Thorned Crown And On My Lap Would Be Satan's Hound Because I Know That I'm Hellbound. I Don't Care Can't Go Back Now All I Can Do Is Scream Loud About How God Won't Answer Me And Probably Thinks, " Man He's Too Damned For Me." Meanwhile I Cry And Plead Please God One More Chance For Me, "I'll Change I Swear I Will There's No Need For The Torture If I Go Nice Or Get Killed No Blood Will Be Spilled From This Day Forth I'm On A Course To Rebuild With No Source Of Evil Creed I'll Bury My Maliciousness Like A Sown Seed." It's Why I Write Or Fly Forget Ride Or Die I'll Do What I Please Before I Drown In Blood Seas. But Now I Wait For The Day Where Writing Wasn't Enough, The Day Anger Killed Without Thought And No Love.