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illicit depictions
of explicit restrictions
pacing or running
for potential victims
the dilusion
of miscontstued polution
diveriges at a reunion
of the mind to the body
from everything youve been doin
its so easy to get lost
despite the cost of the frost
its still cold in the closet
groping in the dark
will not help you find a spark
of life in side a place
your trapped
the heart is where you need to tap
but not you your self
you cant help your self
when you look on the inside
all you see is evil
trivial useless
humanistic drivel
putrid disgusting
bound to just snivel
drivel and gripe
about good or bad types
things in life
and what causes stryfe
how come something bad
create in itself good
id dont think it can happen
i think thats understood
knock on wood
try to be lucky
or just be like "shucks gee"
how did that happen
i didnt know it was me
inside of us all
lies a beast in the hiding
we try to control
but i think its just biding
its time and its place
for a proper display
of whats inside us
much to our dismay
we play and joke
laugh and live
fight and hate
take and give
but in the end
its all the same
this earth cant help us
with the pain
the insane suffering
the futile buffering
of our selves for this earth
we usually just suck it in
but it takes so much courage
to admit your weakness
id love to fight this scourage
with gods tender kiss