The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

I will go to hell.

My additions led me to you,
My conditions are pitiful, painful,
And I believe that if there is a hell I will go to it, maybe for you,
And maybe I'm not helpful nor grateful.

My God, forgive me,
I would say if I weren't such a satanic,
And I don't keep what they haven't given me,
Nor do I give what has been saved.

And who am I to name the name of the Lord in vain,
Why would my bad word come out of my mouth, I'm just a liar,
In philosophy class I thought this,
But It did not matter, I failed philosophy anyways..

Blood drips from my wings,
And my mouth proclaims more,
My dry lips and sharp teeth destroy human flesh like strings,
And my fire burns the flowers in spring like a corpse store burns dead ones.

I guess Satan would be proud,
Since I don't even believe in him,
I don't have faith left after being depressed,
But I have less faith in recovering her.

In the first hand, I will hit myself with a nail,
In the second hand, I will nail my sins,
And if you don't think I can do it, if you don't think I will,
I'll wait to see what my death means to you.