A part of me has died, it was the piece
Deconstruct their lies their ideas of love and sin norms
We are born alone damned and frail searching to lift
Unholy crusades pursued by legions of prophets chanting the graces
no one makes it alone in this world of shit,
Progress is the death of hopes of harmony a dreadful
life is hard when it has no meaning. i've never
slay the lambs of reason, a belief drenched in the
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