Forgotten, helpless
They say their prayers, blow their kisses on your forehead
as if you were to care
In vain you open your mouth
the words are bubbles of spit
suspended in the air
a child's play for the devil's heir
They soon forget about you
your name a hole on the stone
without cracks, with no way to leave
to drift away from their idiocy
Forever a liquid contained in the emptiness within
past and present
a lie covers another lie
it flies and cries my rage
never ending my despair
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