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Apr 2013
These walls were supposed to save me
but this corrupted cathedral made me
it's walls built with stones of my ego
I shouldve known it would never let me go

trapped by my compulsions
I can feel this rage pulsing
arrogance rushing through my veins
i can see its causing you pain

but I must admit
somewhere inside it gives me strength
these demons are vicious, selfish and impulsive
staring from these windowpanes I wonder
how did I become so self destructive

cursed is this empire of one
these walls suffocate me
only to resuscitate me
it's like

sometimes I think I need AA
but this addiction is just too great
staring at my reflection of lies
I dont recognize who's on the other side

these demons I hide inside
I traded my humanity
piece by piece like an american pie
all in exchange for vanity
this is my new sanity

filled to the brim with
my arrogance, my ego
This is my cathedral
Demetrice Williams
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   Adam Moursy
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