Want to tell you I hate you
But I'm not sure
On a pedestal built on
The back of others
A marionette rules
Irreproachable
Re-drain my soul
Deny my acts
Erase my past
Let my soul be
You say you don't wanna run and hide
A face that
Surreal pictures appear before your eyes
Mind of aggression twisted into
Insani
Welcome to the view of reality
Love torn apart then merged
What is life without lies
Gently creamed in your face?
Holding the
Young soldiers stab a bayonet
Into the open chest
Gunpowder, the
The seasons ling for each other
In order that they may
Be
I see a presence of meekness in the horizon
Coming closer
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