The world we live in – the nasty place without God.
He died here, watching cruel beasts full of pride.
He dispersed, trying to make this place fairer a bit.
Vain endeavor, truth - the thing, which no one meets.
Don’t want to die, but pain now starts to kill...
And you don’t need anybody to forgive-a.
Darken mass instead of your soul - reward, which you received.
Spit out your heart, it useless for living without feeling.
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