God Forsaken

Without hope, with bitterness you go through the long days, endless days that turn the same one by one nothing happens, nothing changes, nothing happens.
Far away from the hands of the gods you walk in top of everyone else’s words under the watch of the unknown of what can’t be seen of what can’t be heard
The routine is a cold and cruel assassin that slowly kills you, but you don’t seem to care you always listen to the music of the soul that fills you with a sense of vitality like some kind of black magic in the dark nights you spend endless hours looking at the rain in the forest, everyday is a day less and you don’t care, you’re only here to live, without feelings, without passion, only with love, without reason, without forgiveness, and always far away from the gods.

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