Thursday, November 5, 2009

Unfolding Folds

Simplicity of fear
Once the truth unfolds
Speeding around unsaved
I wander this world unsound

So fucking simple to be a fan
Of the one who forsakes
To quicken grace in punishment
Lo such a word is held for the most evil soul

Chastise in every moment
No joys for me ever opened
Or could ever leeway be made
Persevere merely to exist
Its so fucking hard right now

They watch every move I make
So bothered by the instilled shame
Slowly I walk into a realm never safe never sound
No home for my soul merely a resting place for my wary bones
That is all that awaits and yet I am not afraid

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