into desire we're all vested
empty are our emotions
scrutiny of the little things
damnation creeps into your soul
sinister hands the devils work
your not above judgment
the wicked are being
lifeless like dying zombies
punished for free thought
the wings of rapture descend
nestled in your hollow dream
can you feel the anger
thoughts of bliss bleed agony
your time stamped and delivered
an artifact of evil descendants
when your gone without remembrance
diluted and sucked dry
a corpse of arrogance
a means to an end
worship is lost on you
fragrant the stench of harmony
the strings bleed my symphony
forget what is known
you must strive to grow
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