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Ispers Of Dead Sisters
Whispers to me, my depression
With a hint of murder
Watch them, the angels are forlorn
Watch them, they share my soul
I hide my face to cry
Why do i feel this kiss upon me?
I crave your presence
But the priests are pointing at me
They have made me your betrayer
But i whisper your name in the dark
Anger rests on my fingertips
A place where god (I am told) no longer lives
A mass of flesh they love to beat
But not without identity
On scabby knees i continue to crawl
The sores are open and blood trails behind
Rocks and stones meld into my skin
My body is a home for plagues
I hope the paradise is good, it must be
But the turbulence makes me brittle
I cannot see
I find myself holding hatred, it clings to me
I killed a man in my mind, i wanted him dead
Yes i have faith, yes i am saved
But it doesn't stop my misery
It doesn't stop my hatred
It doesn't stop me wanting to die
Yet i'm still here despite the pain
I refuse to believe i was called to suffer...
I was called... to prosper.
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