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I had something beautiful, something pure
I could make something of this, I was sure
It was horrendous, it was my pride
This god took all I had inside
The half of me that went down the drain
Was an unborn child I never told was slain
Pain gripped my body, and ate my soul
And cast in me an unfillable hole
When the blood faded, I could clearly see
My sweet child was just too good for me
For this unholdy relationship God forbade
For the filthy reasons he was made
And this porr perfection, concieved in love
Just wasn't fit for your god above
I've never healed and never forgave
The evil one who's supposed to save

Hate Myself
As I sit here alone I feel decieved
By my own fool heart and those that believed
Oh my God, why'd you give me so much
Of the wretched lives I'm supposed to touch?
Why the oppurtunities to waste your powers?
Wished minutes to eternity, still I waste the hours
Now that I've hardened I realize too late
I'm like the hypocrite I'd love to hate
Like an Egyptian queen, unholy conception
Hand me my crown and jeweled deception
Watch me, believe me
I'm just the lie you want to see
And you all are scared but I will alert you
Truth is pain and I'll never hurt you

Sexual Intoxication
the composed question effortless party animals
and wonder how a tongue alone
can invite eternal soothing
watch a suffocating body
choking to revive its natural instincts
see desire overwhelm
and betray personal morals
who speaks and gives flowers
before reproduction anymore?
who isn't neglectful of their wisdom
for the sake of a scream?
i envision a world past this atrocity
not so violent or perverse
more than a society wasted
with no remorese
busy with its self isolation
where sentiment and cleanliness are not fiction
and the cosmic replaces deviance
but i seem to be the only one
who is tired of my self destruction
i seem to be alone

Poor Thing
You come to me, you need to vent
I'm so sick of your petty excrement
You've been so blessed, you have it all
Take the money you beg, go to the mall
Buy all that's black to show you know sorrow
I just know you'll return it tomorrow
Cry for her and pity the world of Laura
Trying her hardest to make a negative aura
Eating the harmful fruit of your orchard
Getting chained up, asking to be tortured
Your family is perfect and off so well
You're the one that's created your very own hell