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A whore distraught with lust, a breeze is blowing like you it's a gust.

Tripping over shoelaces untied. Your life has become unsatisfied.

Do you sleep? Are you real? Do you weep? Can you feel?

At your core, you don't trust.  Instant crushes, every August

Free yourself from this fleshy grave! You are nothing but a slave!

Your debit is already paid, but you won't listen to anything I say.

No longer a playing games, no longer a child.

Flicking off with death rays. Innocence gone; In a sense found.

Now I can truly realize what it means to be free with Your arms around me.

Now I can truly realize true peace.