Once again I am drowning...
in this lake of betrayal and lies
So who are you to speak,
when they have already tightened the grip?
The creations of ones destiny.
and meanwhile I drown,
in the corners of your eyes.
To be the saddest of sins (would you be?)
Carry me to the fields of lust,
as you stand here withering I feel so alive.
My soul has been sacrificed
to the
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