My hands aiming at the skies,
Beneath my heart, the soul cries..
Hovering around the nasty wrath,
I still stand on the earth..
I was pulled back by the knot,
Yeah, It ain't that parking lot..
I cant bank on my desperation,
I must be out of this abomination..
There's a spear in my throat,
Sailing with the tide,the boat..
That's my empty sack of memories,
Damned by the loner ecstasies..
I still pray that pretty little god,
It couldn't have been this bad..
Often he plays the game unfair and odd,
Killing this stealthy baptized lad..
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