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Oct 2017
I might be saintless but not the devil
it's all really just a senseless riddle
that we could one day come to unravel
if it wasn't so inconvenient to the power

So why not let me become the welcomed
to my own house where I once reckoned
was it something that I had might forgotten
that makes you all be so unduly rotten

I could say to the mirror that it really deceives
who is in the eye of the believer is not the received
between empty promises and false beginnings
nothing really matters until its finally the ending

So at least I can give thanks where none is due
that all could at least remember what they didn't do
and let me for once begin to understand my  happiness
that is no longer hindered by all my past sufferance

Thanks for sharing and Im glad we could meet
to once again laugh at each others fruitless feets
but at least one tried to be noble and not fail
so all those who are present can still tell the tale

Let the story write its own ending that doesnt start before the beginning.
Brandt Hott
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Brandt Hott
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   --- and Toriana
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