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I still feel the sting

Of my burning crimson passion

Determined to take to control

Of this one life I've been given

Every passive second

Submission to rules not set by me

Within us all

Lie the seeds of endless grace

... And I would rather drink poison

Than relive this freezing hell

Screaming at the walls

Of my charnel prison

(of my own making...)

It's far too easy

To just bury yourself

Another man in shackles

Fettered by chains of disbelief