Mortal from Twilight Comes by Immaculata

Mortal

Evil, that's the way I was made
According to wisdom of the day
Laws of ignorance and hate
Laws that they made

So you find your own way home
Now that it's dark you're on your own
Where the gentle people roam
Is no place I know

Every little thing is wicked or a sin
I can't fit in if in my heart is a shameful hidden thing
I've fallen on the road in sight of those I used to know

Still they come to me with their lies
Their open palms
How do they feel?
They are the ones who made love die
Evil that's the game that we play
So we hurt to kill the pain
But the wounded make us pay
In their own way

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