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I am a dangerous man - I believe in the Power of Truth: the essential nature of this vapid world is to lie through beauty. That soft voice & pretty face has become the devil of insecurity love is no more, Romance you can buy from a whore. Then where does that leave me? limbo is the sighing ancient wind, and words tumble through the ether |
caught within the shell of religion, its crushed and shatterred remnants feed us on the left-over lies. Forgive me not, for I have not sin. Forget me not, for love shines, only from within, And thus I have love, no more, she lies, indeed, my throat is choked then, with silent cries. . |
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