Is this life this degradation
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this pointless game, humiliation
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Born to die, we're born to lose
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and not one choice we make we choose
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And when this life is at an end
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we find that Death's our only friend
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Must we suffer through your games, oh Lord?
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Can God really be so bored?
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We spend our lives destroying, hating,
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while beneath our flesh a skull lies waiting
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Blind to beauty blind to love,
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we fear of our loving Lord above
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Some live their lives to play their games,
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some live as victims, the insane
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Your experiment oh Lord has failed
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and I trust that when we meet you will forgive us
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It's futile so I'll end this note
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and find a knife and slit my throat
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and come to track you down oh Lord
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you better watch your back,
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be sure that when we meet you'll be surprised
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no loving praise, no glee filled cries
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Just pain and hate and tear filled sighs
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and the question in the end is "Why?"
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A Letter To God
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| London After Midnight |
