Peeled clean beneath the mask you wear your wicked spirit rejecting your minds hold on your chosen reality, still undaunted by this confusion concealed by your lack of morality
Descending into the blighted reaches of humanity lay your rancid heart picking at the scabs of a rotting soul, feel thy sting in the bitter cold.
I can see it in the lack of luster in your eyes be the fool of folly believing in your own lies, a kiss with your blessings on acts I will dispute the call for detritus you seem to salute.
Hear the words from a man’s man among men, disconnect from your flaws that fester within, have no doubts you’ll never be absent of sin but by thy grace of God may you start over again.
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