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Devoted to your own opiate

in escapades from discontentment.

Are you shutting off from the outside world

to reflect on your mind shallow gutter?

For this is your empire,

this is your intrigue.

Here you own them all,

here you seal the deed.

Contaminated from the spree of self salvation

to keep the fever flowing in the veins,

prominently manipulating Heaven and Hell.

Does your sophistically discreet interlude

maintain stories not to be revealed?

In your search for redemption

greed and lies become the savior.

Through the lecherous

eyes disgust withstand

for are not these the windows

to your soul?

Fatherly fornication of sweat lips

in dismay repeatedly unlocking the

vaults to the holocaust.

The dormant prodigy seeks its

reason for rebirth but it will never,

never gain the strength.

A surrender in superficial scorn,

the rape of an ever unborn.

Seeds have been planted in the

name of the son.

Until this day ungodliness

is yet to be gone.

Sacramental suicide amidst

the flow of virgin vine.

The only way to comfort the defeat!

A surrender in superficial scorn,

the rape of an ever unborn.

Seeds have been planted in the

name of the son.

Until this day ungodliness

is yet to be gone.

Regrets can no longer find it's ways,

streams of innocent bitter tears

flowing down the drain, mirrored in the

haze of a partaker's eyes.