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Sun, 08/10/2014 - 10:46 -- DNigmA

Torturing myself, help I have lost this fight

Freeing myself, help I have won this fight

Lost in the labyrinth, tangible demons

Laughing lustfully, beautifully lost in sound

I rose from underneath, beneath, an angel sleeps

In an infinite cycle, trivial as this bible

God became everything, everything did not

Standing on the equator, savor the heat for later

Cold as absolution, revolution is not amusement

In order to revolt, catapult through evolution

Spreading my wings, sings of a great misery

I flap and I flap, splat, I collapse

But I’m brought right back

Torturing myself, help I have lost this fight

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