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It infiltrates,insidous.
It faints of love,
Betrays our trust in what we've know since we were born.
The truth we've found in all we see points to design,still our chest swells.
We'll never find true answers from a wishing well.
So feed us all another lie, to still our thoughts, apprease our ride, so we won't have to change the way we see, we live, we love, we die.
Our lusts precede our blasphemy.
Our logic reads like notes from a tainted autopsy.
Our souls they speak of something more, but we can't look beyond ourselves.
We implore empty skies because our hearts hold room for no one else.
We extend our claws to grasp at shadows of the ideals we lost, casualties of a subtle dagger, buried to hilt in our hearts, blood on our hands.