[Poem by Jonas Deroueche]
How extravagant my shadow,
In october five
God of make-believe
In your world
Nothing's what it seems
Master
Like a ship lost at sea,
That's all we'll ever
You want an answer,
Well, What do you want to
Preacher man, judging you again
Telling you about your sins
He made
Trying to run from what you are
Afraid of being alive
Hands
guilty from the moment that you turn your back
you've been
I feel strong
The power is back
It's been gone for so
A shattered soul born,
From a loss of faith,
Your
as i look at my surroundings
i only see your structured
Born and raised under daddy's protective wings,
Sheltered from all the
Here they go again, being untrue to themselves
It's nothing new,
This is my diary of broken dreams,
A monument over
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