fate never showed me favoritism beforehand but happyness still dangled
But now dasterdly masachists with manacle mechanisms damage and mangle
up, down, obtuse & right angles, it seems every direction heeds new labels
i lack the legs to walk to success, thats why its so difficult to turn the tables
tales of peace are fables, even in cease-fire times these snakes'll flank you
took ages to realize, but now i see the world is 2-faced, through & through
even when you win you lose, to the victors go the spoils..yeah, thats true
i wasnt told that the sweet taste of victory cake, is now merely spoiled food
so out falls the sweet tooth.. im left with nothing but bitterness to chew on
seems im trying to see my dreams through a blind eye..with an eyepatch on
two rights make a wrong, this is an assholes world..nice guys finish last
nothing but problems on top of problems, new and old conflicts overlap
at my shortcomings i try to laugh, but the sound never seems to escape
so im left holding it all inside.. jaw open..dumbfounded look upon my face


i once loved humans, but this is no longer the case...

and you wonder, will the Son ever rise?..

no..im turning my back on you all, this is your fate...


for this is the suicide note of Jesus.. you all wrote it with your own actions..

killing me more and more inside...


the title of this abomination?


How I Died