10-03-2008
As I preach my blasphemy
My very soul is being torn
In this blood thirsty rage do I stand alone
Or are there others to speak so bluntly
One might be shackled
I'm not afraid of their attacks on my existance
Will be mine, this is mine
But what of the chil;d not given the choice
Is he sent
Is the child sent further into an endless
As endless is sent sent in this world
Never understanding his pain
Now always understanding his pain
Lies after countless lies
I will not worship nor respect an ancient option
Thus I must make this journey alone
If to be so bold is the devil then so be it
A Shroud Cast Over
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