

Wicked is the heartwicked is the heart of my soul that burns with rage, that burns with hope wicked is the worldWicked is the heart
of cash and status for now is a time of desperation and the time running out wicked ar the people
that control the way i think for i am not of the fortunate
and it is impossible to see through the muck
of the fortunate above wicked is the hand that bleeds my wrist as the frustration consumes my mental balance wicked is the world for the day of death fast aproches
and none will be fogiven of their evil for wicked is t


timeHow many years will it take How many hours are we to late How many minutes are lefttime
As the seconds tick by
Time is passing Are we still here Time is gone
Year after year
Will we be here as the days go by
Will we live by and by
Leaving year undone And Love to mourn As Time ticks by
Devious Comments
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passionfruit07
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