I find my self in a vacuum
roaming in a dilemma
looped in the same moment in time
my flesh and my soul
now join forces against my spirit
in a battle for dominion
my mind becomes creative
my thoughts became shameful
and my ideals become nasty
locked up in a cell
I can see through the bars
the emptiness of me
like the insane
I talk to my self
in the dilemma of my being
I look to God
I here
but I don't listen
I cry to my self
yet more pain
and more sorrow
and I can here a voice
from the original source
from above
a lonely man
is the devil's
Workshop
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