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it's something to behold indeed

waking up with this burden on my head 

waking up like one of the living dead

i can't help but cast my eyes aside

afraid to see the truth in others eyes

my sinners soul harbors fruitless lies

my hands hidden and white clenched

life set into a hellfire of shadow

look to Adam and his creation Eve

made from the ribs of a righteous male

a righteous whale

jonah lacked faith

he did not believe

how could he possibly have concieved

of the blessings to behold 

in this cruel world

this unholy existance

 

 

 

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