My sacred blasphemy,
My divine desecration,
The destruction of my core,
Leaves me with nothing more to ignore,
Eating away at my insides,
This hate inside me it divides,
I don't know why I asked you to go,
But there is one thing that I do know,
You left me on the floor,
Bleeding in the name of war,
Coughing up the words I held so dear,
Coming to terms with all that I fear,
Death comes to those who see,
Everything in the world individually,
So put on the blinders,
Or have bruises and cuts be constant reminders,
Of the day you stood apart from the crowd,
And spoke up for yourself aloud,
Let it be known: YOU CANNOT SURPASS,
Just step back and be part of the mass..
 
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