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Submission
Simple cultivation of declining cultures
Seperate the Alpha from the Under
The Pariah and the Savior
When I bleed, I bleed like any other
My blood does not run black
Like some may expect
My heart is not cold
Like my writing suggests
Fascinations inspire and create
Pacify the remaining hate
My words have started to lose meaning
As I continue to lose feeling in my mouth
My throat is dry
From screaming at shadows all night
I'm afraid my death awaits
In the looming hallway
Simple cultivations of declining cultures
Seperate the Alpha from the Under
The Pariah and the Savior
When I bleed, I bleed like any other
I am the Pariah, not the Savior
I've come to this world
To nullify ignorant believers
The truth lies behind the mirror
It's all a lie
This world will slip from right under your feet
When you bend your knees
In submission
"...The truth lies..."
I love a great oxymoron - slc
Wrong definition of "lies" I
Wrong definition of "lies" I was trying to get across lol. Oops