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Final Judgment
R.J. Shewmake

Every other day is a day of lies, every other week is a week of pain.
A painted smile is my hidden face. A tainted mind is not a thought to gain.
I think, and yet I don't. I love, and yet I don't.
I fear what is feared, I feel what is felt.
I crave the desires I choose, but deny the desires I crave.
What are emotions, to be so real?
Whether seen or invisible, whether there or not.
What are tears which drop so silently?
The weeping cries, the terrified whispers.
What life has the sun to offer?
What death has the moon to eclipse?
The reflection...
The voided emotions, and the muted desires...
With greed comes desires... But with desires, comes nothing.
The bleeding speech, hold nothing but a pain.
The bruising words, hold nothing but tears.
Is heaven so good? Is hell so bad?
Unwanted faith, and unwanted actions...
Undecided thoughts, pummeled in abyss before demise.
To desire death, to desire judgment.
Wish upon a decomposing corpse, to hope for a new start?
Speaking to the mindless doll, to hope for your repent?
Nothing comes from the mind.
Nothing comes from the heart.
But what is nothing? Is nothing anything?
Is anything worth living for? Worth dying for?
Starlight nights grant the final thoughts, the final choice God chose.
Passionate flames burn the desires, granting ashes over bodies.
To skin one so deserving, to slaughter one's emotions...
"I want them dead, I want their sufferings."
"I want their bleeding flesh, I want their tearing souls."
"I want the ash born through their burnt desires, I want their lives."
"I want them dead, I want their sufferings. I want their pain to last."

Description
Final Judgment
R.J. Shewmake

Every other day is a day of lies, every other week is a week of pain.
A painted smile is my hidden face. A tainted mind is not a thought to gain.
I think, and yet I don't. I love, and yet I don't.
I fear what is feared, I feel what is felt.
I crave the desires I choose, but deny the desires I crave.
What are emotions, to be so real?
Whether seen or invisible, whether there or not.
What are tears which drop so silently?
The weeping cries, the terrified whispers.
What life has the sun to offer?
What death has the moon to eclipse?
The reflection...
The voided emotions, and the muted desires...
With greed comes desires... But with desires, comes nothing.
The bleeding speech, hold nothing but a pain.
The bruising words, hold nothing but tears.
Is heaven so good? Is hell so bad?
Unwanted faith, and unwanted actions...
Undecided thoughts, pummeled in abyss before demise.
To desire death, to desire judgment.
Wish upon a decomposing corpse, to hope for a new start?
Speaking to the mindless doll, to hope for your repent?
Nothing comes from the mind.
Nothing comes from the heart.
But what is nothing? Is nothing anything?
Is anything worth living for? Worth dying for?
Starlight nights grant the final thoughts, the final choice God chose.
Passionate flames burn the desires, granting ashes over bodies.
To skin one so deserving, to slaughter one's emotions...
"I want them dead, I want their sufferings."
"I want their bleeding flesh, I want their tearing souls."
"I want the ash born through their burnt desires, I want their lives."
"I want them dead, I want their sufferings. I want their pain to last."