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Crutch


Temptations...

Or like James calls 'evil desires'.

I`m susceptible to sin,

Born of the corrupted seed!

Shaped by where I come from, where I`ve been

The things that I`ve seen

Wait, maybe this is who I am...

They say your initial response to pressure is a product of determinism of who you are

right?

Every moment of frustration is quickly followed by this act!

As a matter of fact, this is my crutch.

The most faithful and ever available substance

So reliable, at least I can count on something

It`s always there whenever I feel alone, everytime I hit rock bottom.

See, Crutch dances to my dirty beat regardless of how low I go

And as I put on a show,

She relentlessly goes with the flow.

As my world turns 50 shades daker! No legacy for the next generation I ... I...

Shhh! I lie. This is not the chronological order of my story

It`s I who dances to her filthy beat as she puts on a show

No matter how low crutch goes, I never grow faint because she comes slow

And after it all, after crutch breaks my fall..

The gruesome pain leaves my soul slain

And I continue to drown

So help me God that I don`t perish

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