Fire and brimestone, my fate then awaits.
The lake of fire, my soul then breaks.
No more Earth and the sky turns black.
No need to be the one who continues to stack.
For a matter of fact, a God that doesn't have my back.
Integrating his plan, his faith like crack.
Hitchhiking a ride with a bag like a potatoe sack.
I walk down the stairs, no Heaven for me.
A lone wolf who evolved from despair.
Who in the hell says, "I don't care."
His tests are weak, I will not align.
The very fire begins to fry my eyes.
No more tears, I will not be weak.
My path alone, time to be discreet.
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