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Nov 2013
My mind is clogged, it can no longer filter thoughts, I'm now like a living dead, I'm my own slave, you made a confession, you unplucked your feigned feathers and you whispered you were not an angel, you were the demon that never hurt, the phantom that would be my guardian angel, the demonic girl that needed affection, then I asked you, why me? You exercised your spell on me and made me believe I'm the true documentation of hell's beauty, oh demon, you have possessed me, you have confined me in these unbreakable cages, you want us to wed in the fires of hell, you want us to burn the bibles and qurans, break the crosses and crucifixes, then sacrifice the reverends on the church altars, now I'm seeking justice, I'm trying to call upon the holy spirit, I'm trying to imbibe the holy wine, and if God won't water down my distress with blood of Jesus, then the noose is the only option.
Written by
Simon Quperlier
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