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To no impossible end of stained glass colors do I search for Thee. It was Thee, when I asked after lost innocence with a shattered psyche, that turned your eyes, left me standing on my own with only sins of past mistakes to comfort me. Down no strange path of sharp rock splinters shall I go for Thee. It was all I knew and all I was given to believe and so believe I did. With a satanic passion I pursued a life of Thee. A child not worth requited love I now know. A fool I was to believe. A mere animal to allow Thee into my self core. Poison you are to me and I do not wish to be a human sacrifice. I have slayed Thee mighty villain. Now my life prevails. |
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