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Jan 2010
phony helps have I resisted
conscience trapped me in a cage
I'd hate God if he existed
all I've got is growing rage

blessed be the ignorant blind
for they get drunk with life more
every move they can rewind
every state they can restore

I'm so tired of guiding lights
so I pay for comprehension
life is but a roll of dice
there is no redemption

it's easier to fall asleep
than wake up to such a life
people are ******* sheep
and I have no drive.
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foerno
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