Have you seen the man in the shed?
Putrid flies ***** as they eat at his head.                                        
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He's naked, alone, ******* on the ground
his genitals removed and fed to the hound.

Teeth lay barren amongst torn flesh
the smell of the man is rank but fresh.  
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Eyes, lips and **** sewn shut.
Foul fluids are smeared as they crust like rust.
                          
He tried to crawl away where the path of blood lay but it seems the man has decided to stay.
  
It's hard to believe but I know what I found, I even heard the man make a faint little sound.    
                                                    
S­o I painted his nails red, purple and blue, can we keep him mommy, please tell me it's true!

I choose ignorance to influence,  I just want to be.
I've never heard God's word nor has he heard me.

Step by step I move my two feet
walking the path to my own righteous beat.

Though I'm good at heart and kind in soul.
am I supposed to fear the angels toll?

Who made these sins they sound like life
are we puppets for hell, what is this strife?

A fool to believe the lies of a book
so literally influenced, you took the hook.

To enter these gates you must yield perfection
now time for reflection let's start the election.

Now you fear, afraid to live
as if good is something hard to give.

You can't be yourself you struggle to please
now drop for forgiveness and beg on your knees.  

I walk my own path I choose my own fate
if God is so judging then **** his high gate.

It's hard to see logic when I only hear lies
it's tough to keep fighting when you're running in disguise.

I need to know the truth but when I stare into your eyes
every second that I look it seems a piece of me dies.  

You wear this mask to hide your face
its shame and guilt that took its place.

Tell me please what have I done
I fear my hand which holds this gun.  

Was it me who lost your heart
Or was it he who made it start?  

Tell me *****, did you love this fling
I can't hear you past this awful ring.

No more lies just tell me straight  
Oh no you're dead, I shot, too late...

Wandering paths, meandering doors
what lies beyond this city of ******?

Which do I take, where will it lead
to another slave town filled with prisoners of mead?

They've lost their mind of magic to refuge
but the meaning of life has yet to deluge.

Enter your shelter of safety with no fear
lacking in spirit which I hold to be dear.

A clone of the mix with nothing but tricks
you're easy to pick so quick to predict.

Small talking of lies to find common ties
repeating whats heard never dreaming with eyes.

Closed to your soul, the folly of old
wasting away for your fools gold.

Fearing the risk of patience and time
ignoring the climb to reach the sublime.

When will I see, how will I know
will I ever let go for my ego to grow?