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Jun 2022
Suppressed and intimidated, the truth hurts of late
The ones that I love, I should honestly hate
I wish it were enough to be gentle and kind
Without being robbed of spirit blind
I'm broken and hurt, ****** blue and dry
Emptied my soul then got tossed aside
I took what was valuable and fed it to dogs
Now confusion lingers like smoke and fog
Emptiness sings for me an echoing song
My heart wants to ***** out what I did wrong
I can't express what I feel inside
I try to hide what should be heard far and wide
The truth is for all eyes to see
And I'm not the only one who's suffering
People hate to be put in their place
They rob crowns and thrones, then try to save face
The agents of evil, the haters of truth
Who rebel against God, who demand proof
They are rebels and thieves who live in dens
This earth is the closest they'll ever be to heaven
I can't wait till it's over and done
Till they're thrown into hell, each and every one
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