When Churches Turn To Smoke Poem by Wrath

My Life Is filled with misery.

My heart is full of woe.

I just can't do anything right,

I just wish that I could go.

To Lands far beyond the sea,

To live among the thorns,

To Fall asleep and ever dream,

That I was never born.

I wish I could stop these feelings,

To live with no regrets,

Take take back all the things I've done,

To be free from all these debts.

But alas it will not happen,

These things I wish inside,

Forever will I live in fear,

Of these things I have to Hide.