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Sep 2019
Behind the pain of
insecurity
So Indigenous
This rage inside me
violent I become,

So Magnificent,
In this solitude
Inside the silence,
Beyond the veil a
Frailty does exist

A monopoly
the madness of it,
the excess of the
one divine prophet
His sum that divides

Him all things abide
All things right and wrong
And the Tendrils of
That Mislead my eye
That long to hold fast

Til the final note
This fear seizing me
When Two become Three
The rage will silence
Past, present, future

When Two become Three
When Two become Three
When Two become Three
From Three become Five,
Five beyond the void

The sins will align
Devoid of color
From the nothingness,
Comes sweet surrender,
Oh, the ******* bliss

Serried and forlorn
It Repeats a wail
The solitude now
Rendered silent by
The broken spire of

This immortal tale
This one eternal
Savage root of life
Now the echos clear
fading into lies

The void falls silent
The meek become wise
To challenge the Son
Who so left them here
To remain in fear

Cast aside all hope
Listen to my voice
Embrace this madness
Restore the balance
Give us now the peace

That you promised me
suffered and you died
For all of our sins
On day number three
Arise From your Death

Claim your destiny
And fulfill your oath
come again to bleed
All your wretched sins
Now fulfill your words

So we can all be
In death CommittedΒ Β 
To the loving arms
Of your majesty
The king of deceit
Scott Baillargeon
Written by
Scott Baillargeon  40/M/North Carolina
(40/M/North Carolina)   
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