Unholy war

This needs to be heard so rip the  societal influence out of your ears to him I was is a stack of letters delivered to the wrong address but opened anyways, to him  My body was a slab of meat supported only by a few brittle bones and all he wanted to do was add one more post inequitable curiosity is diagnosed as the persistent wondering of how long flowers can survive in the hands of a unforgiving thieves the heart is no place for the kinds of secrets you can only find yourself keeping hidden in the same chamber you keep loaded a few chapters the urge to pull the crescent moon washes over you silence is a forbidden dream but the silence his actions for you live through day after fucking day is a harsh reality keep quiet they said it will only create pointless hassle for others but ironically has hand over my mouth held the same purpose and he would later show that my body and soul where just  Casualties of an unholy war where God never can but he did