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my path is satiation rage is my recreation no more delineation i crave your liberation im caught in my own mire bound up by my desires cage of my own creation im stuck between relations sacraments and medication breathed into my being divisions my denomination emptiness is what i'm feeling all my hopes ive been misplacing i lose my head in circle tracing lines throughout my thoughts fight to twist, untwist, each place they cross i guess maybe i'm lost and so i look for signs create them where they're not they say that desperate times call for desperate measures im so desperate for pleasure i mistake it for pain so hungry for help, i could drown in a drop of rain so take me deeper i'm already under what more is there to loose ill breathe in fear im underwater this is the death i choose sacraments not meant for tasting ive spent my whole life chasing but my life and self are recreating and my guilt God is erasing
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
Sacraments not meant for tasting, I've spent my whole life chasing
my path is satiation rage is my recreation no more delineation i crave your liberation im caught in my own mire bound up by my desires cage of my own creation im stuck between relations sacraments and medication breathed into my being divisions my denomination emptiness is what i'm feeling all my hopes ive been misplacing i lose my head in circle tracing lines throughout my thoughts fight to twist, untwist, each place they cross i guess maybe i'm lost and so i look for signs create them where they're not they say that desperate times call for desperate measures im so desperate for pleasure i mistake it for pain so hungry for help, i could drown in a drop of rain so take me deeper i'm already under what more is there to loose ill breathe in fear im underwater this is the death i choose sacraments not meant for tasting ive spent my whole life chasing but my life and self are recreating and my guilt God is erasing
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
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