If I cant have freedom.
Why god had to remind me of the rest's.
Everyday became sunday.
So I started losing sun days.
The light betrays to stay.
And the shadows warn another night below blood.
Why do I have to write what I need to say.
At this point, days arent days.
They are just a raising number.
Waiting for something that tells me it will be done.
Yet it is an everlasting sunday.
When you forget why you wanted to live.
You forget why now you want to die.
-Rattle.
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