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demons rush in --

endless, pointless possibilities

yet judgments, lies, sex, sin

crimes that come from within

jailed within me

damn lies that spin out of control

go ahead--knock me out because I can't sleep

the heart feels what the mind denies

the mind chains the heart

crushes the heart into submission

anger bursts forth without trepidation

subconscious denial

contradicts the smile

the sadness we allow ourselves

when do feelings stop

and reality strikes hold?

Of your philosophy you make no use

if you give place to accidental evils

you exist for yourself

others come and go

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