Man-(-Untouchable-)
A man sits in front of his tub, the more water that rises...the more his life is decided
His thoughts make him cringe, frightened he wishes for life but his mind his divided
He asks Why me? In one day, he's lost a wife, a kid...a whole family
He shakes like a fein as he remembers the horrific sight of the plane crash scene
Finally..he grabs the knife, meant to end his life, and steps in the tub as it finishes its rise
Should I do it? I dont know...I cant decide...
God-(-Untouchable-)
Dont succomb to the pain, the evil inside Ur brain
Control the anger, all the hate U shouldnt contain
Remember bein' a child, the happieness of a smile
Ur first love...and the new life that made it all worth the while
Take Ur life by grasp, n' think "This to shall pass"
Dont become another wast, ignorant trash
U can overcome the obstacle, just keep Ur cool
I will forgive the pure...even you
Trust Ur instinct, and Ur good beliefs
To U I have reached, to guide away from defeat
For Ur life isnt complete, Ur not yet extinct
Just believe n' forget the grieve, put down the knife and achieve
I have givin' U guidance...now ponder in silence
I pray that Ur decision isn't violent...dont be defiant
U know the right way...the good in U hasnt faded away
Start over, for U are forgiven of all Ur sins...as of today.
Satan-(YungenB)
These illusions in your head are really full of confusion
Unprovin delusions of unamusin images now unloosened
No time to rejoice, and life doesn’t seem to be a choice
Too afraid to hear that voice that seems to never be destroyed
A never ending whisper, screams with children slowly crawling close
Blood exposed, sliding out your eyes and nose with no surviving hope
At times you feel the only way for it to disapear is to do suicide
But every night..You think that Christ is gonna heal and undo your life
Where's Christ now that you see yourself staring at da dull stars
Thinkin to yourself the plane was low on gas why did I travel so far
Then your wife and kid would be here to cherish life
Now thinkin that it's your fault to your sternum you grip the knife
I don't see you being happy all i see is a hopeless man
The only story written was with the pen in your life-less hand
Fears an exception with this flood of rain You feed your breath mist
Tears of depression and blood of pain. You bleed your death list
Man-(-Untouchable-)
After hearing from both sides, he dont know which to comply
He gots to decide, but he wants to just shrivel up n' cry
He presses the knife against his side, and pierces the skin
Seems he has listened to the devil within
Or maybe not, as he pulls away after watchin blood pour from the spot
He thinks as he watches blood drop,
Then he stands up, overcoming the pain and pulling the knife from his vein
He feels shame, but finally realizes, for his family's death...he isnt to blame
He steps out, reachin for his drugs, with happieness n' love-
Then slips on some water and breaks his neck on the tub
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