The World of The Dark Shaman (future edit)

What seemed like a lifetime he lived on the street,
He sold his soul to eat.
Why has our Lord forsaken him?
He did no wrong,
The night he died,
Nobody cried,
They shared what he had,
And left him for dead,
His body to bleed,
Oh, the rats they did feed.
Who will remember his childhood?
The few good times he had?
Today a new guy on the street,
He sold his soul to eat.


(Stewart Hall)


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