THE HEART OF A SAINT.. MIND OF MONSTER
DEPART AND ESCAPE OR REMAIN THE LAMB
SLOWLY BEING LED TOWARDS A SLAUGHTER
WHY READ THROUGH OLDER STORIES IF YOU CAN WRITE NEW STORIES AS THE AUTHOR?
WE WERE BORN WITHOUT CONSENT, EITHER DIE AS A SLAVE OR LIVE FREE AS A MARTYR
IT WAS ALWAYS AN ILLUSION OF LIES HIDING BEHIND THE GUISE OF SMOKE AND MIRRORS
DEATH IS SO INCONCLUSIVE AND STAINED ON EVERY HOPE, FROM ALWAYS FEEDING FEARS
SO MESMERIZED BY A SLEIGHT OF HAND.. WE'VE BEEN SO HYPNOTIZED BY MAGICK
WE NEEDED SIMPLICITY, BUT NOW WE FEEL NEEDED TO ALWAYS UPDATE OUR STATUS
LOVE WAS ONCE THE ENTRÉE OF THIS LIFE, BUT NOW IT'S ONLY POISON IN THE RECIPE
HATE WAS ONCE THE BANE BEHIND RESPITE.. NOW, IT'S JUST A VOID WITHIN OUR DESTINY
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