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Delving deeper into darkness,
My blood runs cold.
Seperation from heaven
God's grace and his gold.

Plated crown as he looks with pure dread,
As his beloved son touches hands with the dead.
Sensations are shot,
Feelings Destroyed.
Just another sick pleasure,
To fill up this void.

Everything good,
A mere illusion.
Which is why I suffer such great confusion.
With a smile on my face and a frown in my heart,
my soul cries evermore as God and I drift apart.

Ashes to ashes?
Well im charred past repair.
The ones I call friends,
Pulling me to despair.
Masks on their heads with a painted on glare,
To think the ones I love might fucking care.

A roller-coaster of love,
My heart feels true sorrow.
Because at the bottom,
My heart truly hollow.