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You Amount to Nothing

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By Sickly VindictamPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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We are an army of metal

Churned by the dirt

We are reborn in blood soaked hurt

Risen to reclaim this darkened stain

That you seem to play

I know you all too well

You're a hateful man

With a heart worthy of hell

Get on your knees

And acknowledge

The cure to the disease

We are the will of the Didact's Hand

Enforcing a peace that you'll never understand

When your body belongs in the sand

Still we respect their plan

Your time is coming to an end

It's about time to descend

Just let go of hope and swallow that rope

That will drag you deep below

Listen to me

I do not care how you feel

Death will come to you

If you don't get in from of me

And kneel

You amount

To nothing

Absolutely nothing

And your fantasy is coming to an end

We are the will of the Didact's Hand

Enforcing a peace that you'll never understand

When your body belongs in the sand

Still we respect their plan

Your time is coming to an end

It's about time to descend

Just let go of hope and swallow that rope

That will drag you deep below

Listen to me

I do not care how you feel

Death will come to you

If you don't get in from of me

And kneel

You amount

To nothing

Absolutely nothing

And your fantasy is coming to an end

You are nothing

Just a pathetic man

And you hurt all I love

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About the Creator

Sickly Vindictam

I am Sickly... Artist... Youtuber... Warrior

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