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Where this path has ended

Where my experiments

Laid the course of my being

I’ve yet to comprehend

A new world to explore and help remake

Already strict and controlled yet lacking space to take

Seems other souls in this place have but one escape

To indulge in prostrate of their fellow race

It follows you a look that’s craving the feeding

Time to follow suit

The others have chosen to rip into the church of me

It hurts and yet

I can’t help but feel that I’ve found

peace when I drop the soap

Viscous insertion through my tangled organs

I breath

Sharpened sensation of public elation

Brings news

That man's greatest treasure is trial by pleasure

I laugh

Laughing at my own perversion

It makes me think of ways I've sinned

The things I've done to others

Trying to think of justification for my behavior when pleased

I think It's hard for everyone to find fault in themselves

So then we must look around to find it

The things I've done have less to do about myself

They’re more to do with others and what I must do

It's time again

To feed the primal urge

Come gather round

It’s me again

Behold the freshest meat

Though I never complained

I've become the object of this ceremony

No one new to take the urge

The others have chosen to rip into the church of me

It hurts and yet

I can’t help but feel that I’ve found

peace when I drop the soap