The Malevolent God

A dying mind is a dying corpse Trusting machines to breathe He screams in horror, hearing, seeing all But no one hears his pleas Please, just end it all Just pull the plug Just turn it off God! God help me! God! God, save me! Why won't uou listen? Why won't you see? Why won't you heal me? Why? The hall is empty, no one cares His relatives, all deceased All are dead, all are gone None are left to hear his pleas Please, just end it all Just pull the plug Just turn it off God! God help me! God! God, save me! Why won't uou listen? Why won't you see? Why won't you heal me? His mind is withering away His ears are playing a game He hears the preacher man pray He knows he's going insane The preacher's starting to pray The nurses starting to cry The pain is coming alive A needle enters the skin It's a tingling sensation Or his minds deception He starts to feel some elation But it ends in frustration Wide awake and in pain Wide awake and insane But still his body there lies His body's refusing to die Why am I still here? Why can't I go? Why can't I die? God, save me! Why? He won't save me Why won't you listen?

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 08, 2025

(Give up your dreams of freedom because to save our own skins, we're willing to make a deal with your slave masters." Alexander Hamilton said, "A nation which can prefer disgrace to danger is prepared for a master, and deserves one." Now let's set the record straight. There's no argument over the choice between peace and war, but there's only one guaranteed way you can have peace - and you can have it in the next second - surrender.) It's another night in front of brainless entertainment Beautiful people with beautiful problems turning ugly The apathy has taken its hold and it won't let her go It's just another night in Depression takes, it's taking root It's growing strong, it's taking hold What a wonderful crisis Can't let it go, can't turn the tide Can't shut it off, it takes it's toll Enjoy atrocious Self hatred takes, it's taking root There's something wrong, it can't go on What a wonderful crisis Won't let it go, won't turn around Won't shut it in, embrace the toll Enjoy atrocious What remains are echoes of her pain The hollow sound of her mind breaking Holding on to any that remains But even her resilience has an end The path is clear, just clear as day It's over soon, just go away It's a wonderful crisis The plan is clear, it's taking root No more mistakes, nowhere to hide Enjoy glorious What remains are echoes of her pain The hollow sound of her mind breaking Holding on to any that remains But even her resilience has an end Depression takes, it's taking root It's growing strong, it's taking hold Can't let it go, can't turn the tide Can't shut it off, it takes it's toll Draw the line, crimson line End of the line What a wonderful crisis Self hatred takes, it's taking root There's something wrong, it can't go on Won't let it go, won't turn around Won't shut it in, embrace the toll One straight line, blood red line End of the line What a wonderful crisis

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 08, 2025