.:Regret:.
Armageddon has released itself upon the vulnerable souls of the world.
Tongues of men capture lies like innocent blood on a sword.
Signs of war, show signs of times we think we might expect,
but our expectations are low, because our conscience are filled with the thorns of regret.
Lyrically possessed? Only when we are filled with words that stand subside.
Drugs imposed instead of using our brain to reach our high.
Cursed by those, who regret the sins that binds them with chains of shame.
They try to be themselves, but can’t speak the essence behind their name.
So why do we cry? To release pain that others have made into daily rehearsals.
We speak of freedom, but when’s the last time we seen a “Jesus Saves” commercial.
Being truthful is the only anti-drug of regret,
but people shrug, when interracial couples stand and ask for respect.
Color is skin deep, but sin comes from our greatest adversary.
Sugar-coated poison that kill thoughts and leads two men to marry.
But if God made who we are, and how we are supposed to be,
then why do we regret being alive, and misusing the gift to breath.
Clearly it seems that our end draws near with whirlwinds of flurry.
To deliver this unexpected end to this real-life horror story.
Showing that there’s more than meets the eye, revealing all the portions of closet space.
Out of the closet shows Evil’s grin and every design of hate.
Then regretting we will be, since there won’t be nothing else to hide.
Realizing that we had unlimited chances that ended at the stop of time.

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Grim