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The CallI hear the call so clearly nowMore Like This
No matter how hard I fight.
It comes to me near daily,
And it sounds just oh, so right.
My world is self-made isolation.
I've done this all on my own.
I push away those that are near me,
Even though I fear being alone.
The cause of it comes from my hate,
For I despise all that I see.
I cannot stand what's around me,
'Cause none of it brings any glee.
There's hate for those who are living
The life that I used to lead.
From me it was cut abruptly,
And forever more, I will bleed.
I hate the auspice of friendship;
And for most it's just a facade.
It's given with utmost sincerity,
But it’s bullshit and they
God of WrathAs ordinary as I seem to you, I walk a crooked path.More Like This
Be cautious how you deal with me, I am the God of Wrath.
I'll greet you as a friend of mine, and work with you as well,
When I'd really rather bury you and send you off to Hell.
Some mistake my geniality as tenderness, you see.
But beneath me calm exterior is a boiling, raging sea.
I'm bound by the niceties of this social tug and rub,
Knowing as I speak to most, it's all just a snub.
Humanity is full of shit, yes the human race does suck.
I'm forced to hear your hopes and dreams, as if I really give a fuck.
There's solace in my solitude; peace in my lonely life.
If you ruin my tr
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