My Sacrifice
I have sacrificed my hopes and
dreams for a world
of pain and
sorrow,
If it were up to me and misery,
I would trade all
pleasure for
tomorrow.
My sacrifice transcends morality
once crafted to see
Satan after I
respond,
Just glad I listened to my mother,
she warned me not to
worry about the
beyond.
Yorktown Disciple
I have sacrificed my hopes and
dreams for a world
of pain and
sorrow,
If it were up to me and misery,
I would trade all
pleasure for
tomorrow.
My sacrifice transcends morality
once crafted to see
Satan after I
respond,
Just glad I listened to my mother,
she warned me not to
worry about the
beyond.
Yorktown Disciple
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Glade
I
listened
to
my
mother
I
listened
to
my
mother