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With every ounce I cry

With all my heart I whimper

To be me again

I call out for an answer to the gods

I call out for aid and forgiveness

I am the weakest man, I dont even want to be me

A prisoner, in a prison of flesh

Let me be free

To express myself

I am held down on all sides I Cannot be free

Take my worthless tears on a plate of offerings take my bones as pencils and my heart as a purse take my skin as a blanket and my dreams as a curse. Take my wishes and aspirations and cast them away as the worthless ashes I have conjured in my ill head as I cry out for answers

Why me why me? I try so hard to be free

Let me go to be myself. To be her! My young child!

I am not made for love, but war! Yet I do not fight I love! What curse of mortally is upon me? Is this your creation?

I harken to the angels mount! Saviours of my life! I walk your path, for salvation! All the gods and spirits take pity on me a broken man! Let me be free!

Harken to the angels mount, there you will find salvation and freedom from all your troubles and gain salvation in death