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First Of Seven

Distant Past

The eyes of what you see
Intolerant, incomplete
Chains holding you back
Invisible atrocity
Can't you see my heart is searching
For an ending of this
Left alone, undisturbed, to grow on it's own
Not being influenced by this mess
Where no one cares, no one belongs

I'm still stuck in this
Rebellious intelligence
Born to be the one
Simulated tolerance
The writings on the wall
Remarkable duality
Beneath these looked doors
A fundamental personality

Don't bring me down, it's my goal to live without a doubt
Like the devil giving me toys that I wouldn't need
Until you've created them
To abuse, mentally reproducing
The human factor to defend
Nobody saw it, it was the

First of seven
First of seven.....aimed on you
Straight to heaven....not this time
Kissing idols....to the end
Fulfils only....devil's heart






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