The Elite Troll Prayer:
Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray thee not my trollz to take. And if I die before I wake I pray thee lord those Jews to bake.
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Nothing is harder than to wake up alone, and realize it’s not all okay. It’s the end of all you know, time keeps passing by. But it seems i’m frozen still, scars are left behind, but some, too deep to feel.
Some days you’ll find me in the place I like to go. Ask question about myself, about the things I’ll never know. What’s left to find? Because I need a little more time. Can we even up the score?
Nothing lasts forever, for all good things it’s true. I’d rather trade it all, while somehow saving you. It must have been the season that threw us out of line. Once I stood so tall, now I’m searching for a sign.
So, I don’t need your salvation, with promises unkind. And all those speculations, save it for another time. Because we all need a reason just to stay. But some can’t be bothered to stick around another day.
Yet – some say this can’t be real. That I’m saying bullshit and trolling. And I’ve lost my power to feel tonight, I think I’m going insane. I’m just a victim of a crime, when all’s gone and cannot be regained. I can’t seem to shelter the pain inside, I’m a victim of a crime.