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How can I become a man of God when in my mind I’m a man of a million lovers? All my secrets kept deep beneath the covers. My eyes twitch and twist. Oh what a mess my portrait has become. What will I become? My desire for love is tainted. How am I the picture you painted? My canvas is nothing. My colors are disgusting. It's haunting me. I'm so terrified that I won't break free. It follows me. These earthly addictions are consuming me. Corruption corrodes my true reflections. What kind of gentleman possesses these intentions to hide these filthy afflictions? Will I ever look at a woman in pure thought again, or will I fulfill these slutty fantasies in my head? Am I imprisoned in this never ending sin? Free me from lust. Restore my innocence. Sex sells! I was born into a world of sin; predestined to let these voices in. It's following me to the point of breaking. My rotting soul is Your’s for the taking. She was my home. The house of lust kept me warm at night but You pry open my eyes. The house of lust was a house of lies. I lost myself walking to a home that was burnt down years ago. Don't let me wither away. What will I become?

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I've been waiting to see your face again.
I've been searching to find the light again.
You don't know me.
No, No, No, No,
You don't know me.
I can't shake the thought that I might be
the only one who feels like this.
I AM ALONE

This is our stand
This is our stand for the good fight

This is the good fight
We are believers
Stand strong the pain of persecution won't last long

Believers stand strong, sing along if this is where you belong.

We are the deathbed coma.
Abandoned, discarded the lives we had.
All I see is but a dream within a dream.
Sleepwalking someone else's footsteps.
This is the epitaph to my predecessor

Over mountains, under oceans, heaven's breath won't escape us.
Autumn's wind will clear the branches.

The Doctors told my mother not a chance of survive.
I've always told my father everything will be all right.
Years and years go by and am living with the sickness.
It's all a matter of time till my organ shows it's weakness.
Just hold on just hold on.

If I made home then why do I feel so empty?
A part of me