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Skin made cell
So dark and wet in my cave;
I welcome this fear; for I am brave.
Their is no way out of this hell;
For it is our skin made cell.
To see thoughts that seem so real;
Visions of lies; tangibly I feel.
Twisted and bent beyond repair;
Leading a life of despair.
Not to tell what is tail and head;
Lying hopelessly in my nails of bed.
Staining the floor of my fetish soul;
My fate; no longer in my control.
Passing minutes as I bleed out;
Soon to feel life; without a doubt.
I will see what lies on the other side;
No longer will the lightness hide.
To see the fury that waits for me;
Only to know what is it I've waited to see.
Will I see the hand of GOD?
Never to see dark is all most odd.
Maybe the fury of Satans tongue;
Will it be my friends I'll walk among.
No riddles I can no more say;
For now it is judgement day.
It wasn't about all of the things I've should;
It was all about the things of good.
To help the ones that needed a hand;
Will depend on which place I'll land.
I gave when I had nothing to give;
It was all how I chose to live.
I welcome this fear; for I am brave.
Their is no way out of this hell;
For it is our skin made cell.
To see thoughts that seem so real;
Visions of lies; tangibly I feel.
Twisted and bent beyond repair;
Leading a life of despair.
Not to tell what is tail and head;
Lying hopelessly in my nails of bed.
Staining the floor of my fetish soul;
My fate; no longer in my control.
Passing minutes as I bleed out;
Soon to feel life; without a doubt.
I will see what lies on the other side;
No longer will the lightness hide.
To see the fury that waits for me;
Only to know what is it I've waited to see.
Will I see the hand of GOD?
Never to see dark is all most odd.
Maybe the fury of Satans tongue;
Will it be my friends I'll walk among.
No riddles I can no more say;
For now it is judgement day.
It wasn't about all of the things I've should;
It was all about the things of good.
To help the ones that needed a hand;
Will depend on which place I'll land.
I gave when I had nothing to give;
It was all how I chose to live.
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