Chapter 3 - can't wait for the bliss

can't wait for the bliss:

I'm sittin out there, in the shattering angle,
In a place where the lion shivers from the cold,
It's just me, with my very soul and flesh of gold,
Sittin and waiting for the blissful angel.

This garden of fear is so far beyond from this world,
A brave new world to live with a brave new lord,
Beneath the glassmasked sky with leather and flesh,
In a place where everything happens in a flash...

Ow merciful muse, come and take me from this life,
Can't wait for the black angel to stab me with a knife
So that i'd be set free again, cant wait for the bliss,
I will finally describe the word "pleasure" with no kiss.

But before I go..I shall piss on my parade with honor,
For my life,through all these years,had been a horror,
And I will leave my throne to those who urge to suffer,
Having no merci,just let them burn,yet there is no snuffer..

This is no paradise, but A hell with gates wide open to everybody,
To those who want to enjoy the sufference of this wrong rhapsody.
I just want to escape from this crow black damned sky,
And finally happily damn to those who enjoy to espy...

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