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It hurts deep inside...
When you loose a friend....
What makes us feel this pain?
Is it because they feel cold, like the lifeless shell they are?
Or is it because even though we may claim there is a god, we know that there is nothing for us to cling to once we're gone.
And where to their memories go?
Where do there mustang spirits wonder off too?
The black abyss?
The highlight of your death?
When you can no longer feel anything.
When nothing warms your flesh.
And still your name beats....within the rain of men.
When your face is remembered by the touch of sin.
Men.....and their wrongs, what reason were we brought forth for?
To destroy that which we love.
You cannot deny it.
look at the world.
We poisened it, with our thoughts and our actions...
And what becomes of it?!
Death!
Loss!
Agony....
Are pain is released in a form of rain, falling from our cheeks.

....and some how this sin....brings the world of men closer together...agian and again..