It looks to kill
And fails to wait in sight
It twists me from inside
Carry all heal the sore I can no longer bleed
What is this thing Ive been you can set me free
The one I see a blinded fool corrupting me
From within worn away
Find by mind abusive ways
Allures me from restrain
Create the obscene you can set me free
Sense predicts the scorn
The hour of peace is gone
The one I see a blind deaf fool forever be
Burning me
Worn fools that prey
On a faith filled day
Laughter stays out of my way
Pass through my dismay
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