Guilt is such an awful prison with no guards
Free yourself from your mind before it’s too late
Consuming fires of fake morals and dogma
Playing wicked tricks of shaming
And self-imposed irrational pain
Blurring the possible vision of an escape
Through an already wide open gate
Altered Perception
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
Guilt is such an awful prison with no guards
Free yourself from your mind before it’s too late
Consuming fires of fake morals and dogma
Playing wicked tricks of shaming
And self-imposed irrational pain
Blurring the possible vision of an escape
Through an already wide open gate
Altered Perception
Guilt serving no purpose except for self-loathing
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