From the broken gutter I call my life
I see it fragment across war-torn skies
The world evolves and the doves of peace fly
To the heralding call which I cannot deny

The choir sings in harmony
With the hatred and wails of pain
Which pour from my tongue
Drenched in the claustrophobic
Feeling of despair
Which I face each day with
Unceasing regularity
And the darkness in the world
Compares little to that in my mind
I know I am lost, and my shephard has found me

My Criminalisation by the synthetic system
Consumed by the feeling of self-esteem broken

Spiders crawl freely
Across my tattered corpse
A meer flicker
Of the candle of its former self
Parasitical predators stalk my mind
Encircle their pray with unexpected jubilation
And my life becomes engaged in combat
With all including my own base instincts
I create the enemies around me
I can never justify the reason, but she can

The northern lights gleam brighter
The jewels sewn within the twilight
Scars glimmer into vast emptiness
And my true queen descends

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