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Controlling me only brought you pain

Inside the chasm I felt you were the same

Above from all else, this lust you found

That inside your heart was dust profound

From there I found that only you could say,

that as I wither through time I would feel insane

Nothing beyond the fortitude of truth

That by lying you control the sheep the lord herded from you

Inside my mind I find no answer to your faux reality

Your a tragedy draped in flags, just waiting for dismemberment

Like before you you're the one the want

They slaughter you with pictures to through your soul on

You're another scapegoat I was looking for rye lord you've found your Invictus all tattered and torn.

Nothing in a riot can prove you've won, you're just a puppet for the right loaded for a gun.

Your curly like the sheep and easy to maneuver they worn you like a sock puppet in front of hoover....

Like a child's old dream, the memories live on, may you rest in peace inside of what's gone on.