Burned It's seared I can't unsee Every cell cries Want them all to Hard to be patient Words fail am left with Burning raw vengance Anger toppling monsters God just keep sane enough And god guide hand and heart So after deed we all return to life To love my family love and kids hug But don't drag me down to soul tophet
Ben Gold
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