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It all began as I became a living creature, made by the opposite of god himself. A title placed upon my creator...his name satan. Yet I think a lie has been set, if I was created then the word is passed that I am made in god's image, yet I am far from innocent and pure, does that make god a sin? Yes, no? But it doesn't matter he was never there for me in my pitiful thing that people call life, he abandoned me as soon as he set his godly eyes upon my blackened soul. And I was left to drone in the path that I have been damned to. Yet I still grew to become a power not to be fooled again, I made a vow at the age I never do quite remember. And this is when my life truly began, at the turn of dusk, I showed my true meaning.
I started to begin to watch and actually try to make something of the little life that I have forged and scraped together. Minute by minute I stood and tried to explain everything that was in my way. Then hour by hour, till it was every god damn day that I had to live. It was a nightmare brought to life. This humanity regarded little to me, they marred my skin with open wounds, they marred my face with bloody tears. This world fed upon my life, my crimson truth, and yet it didn't come close to kill me. I want to know if I have an end, at this age I shouldn't have known so much as I.
For everyday that now passes by I know that I shall die, bet when...... Some wish for it to be in the next instant that I take a breath, a painful drawn out breath that lingers in nothing but death itself. Yet I know that I haven't died yet, and still I should have when god tried to touch my heart. I have seen that I am to a reason....immortal. And still with this knowledge I want to die, find an end, and as you know forever as an immortal means no end. I don't want to live on, I can't wait for an eternity to end! Living in the middle, not in heaven, not in hell, and still find a sorrow in a place that I know as earth.
Does anyone hold my answer? Does anyone even know my questions that plague everything from my dreams to the very thought that I can never erase from my mind? What am I? A fallen angel? A demon of my own? What in hells mind did they mean to create? For I am nothing like the lies that are called humans, a blend of flesh and blood.
I'm tired of this all! I can't take the internal abuse, nor the venomous sting of humanites kiss! Take it all, leave nothing for me to regret. For anyone out there, for anyone that will take a chance, a risk, find me. I'll always be found within the sorrow, an ocean of my own bloody tears. All you need to do is call my name, look deep enough through the lies that have concealed a small demon forever and forever they shall. I await the time when humanity is I and nothing more.
I dare the world to show me what they have, I dare to cut the skin. PROVE TO ME THAT YOU'RE NOT A LIE! I doubt that you can to all extents.

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It all began as I became a living creature, made by the opposite of god himself. A title placed upon my creator...his name satan. Yet I think a lie has been set, if I was created then the word is passed that I am made in god's image, yet I am far from innocent and pure, does that make god a sin? Yes, no? But it doesn't matter he was never there for me in my pitiful thing that people call life, he abandoned me as soon as he set his godly eyes upon my blackened soul. And I was left to drone in the path that I have been damned to. Yet I still grew to become a power not to be fooled again, I made a vow at the age I never do quite remember. And this is when my life truly began, at the turn of dusk, I showed my true meaning.
I started to begin to watch and actually try to make something of the little life that I have forged and scraped together. Minute by minute I stood and tried to explain everything that was in my way. Then hour by hour, till it was every god damn day that I had to live. It was a nightmare brought to life. This humanity regarded little to me, they marred my skin with open wounds, they marred my face with bloody tears. This world fed upon my life, my crimson truth, and yet it didn't come close to kill me. I want to know if I have an end, at this age I shouldn't have known so much as I.
For everyday that now passes by I know that I shall die, bet when...... Some wish for it to be in the next instant that I take a breath, a painful drawn out breath that lingers in nothing but death itself. Yet I know that I haven't died yet, and still I should have when god tried to touch my heart. I have seen that I am to a reason....immortal. And still with this knowledge I want to die, find an end, and as you know forever as an immortal means no end. I don't want to live on, I can't wait for an eternity to end! Living in the middle, not in heaven, not in hell, and still find a sorrow in a place that I know as earth.
Does anyone hold my answer? Does anyone even know my questions that plague everything from my dreams to the very thought that I can never erase from my mind? What am I? A fallen angel? A demon of my own? What in hells mind did they mean to create? For I am nothing like the lies that are called humans, a blend of flesh and blood.
I'm tired of this all! I can't take the internal abuse, nor the venomous sting of humanites kiss! Take it all, leave nothing for me to regret. For anyone out there, for anyone that will take a chance, a risk, find me. I'll always be found within the sorrow, an ocean of my own bloody tears. All you need to do is call my name, look deep enough through the lies that have concealed a small demon forever and forever they shall. I await the time when humanity is I and nothing more.
I dare the world to show me what they have, I dare to cut the skin. PROVE TO ME THAT YOU'RE NOT A LIE! I doubt that you can to all extents.