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Oct 2018
My dear miss guided sheep
I see you wonder blindly
Through the path of dying roots
The darkness you hid form for so long
Now takes to you

I hear you scream
Pleading to see the way back,
My curious eyes loom over you
As I try to fathom why you don’t submit yourself
To the end

Willingly I shall approach you
For I am the light that will guide you to the place
You are meant to be,
Now take hold of my decaying hand
So we may walk this path of darkness together

My dear miss guided sheep
Let me restore your sight
And unhinge your chains from obedience
Your judgment will now forever be
Of your own free will,
But I order you to embrace my light
So I may taint your purity
Ben Palomino
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Ben Palomino  24/M
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