AngryWhore
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My soul was a crystal
Shining bright, and burn with the glow hope.
Shield all from the truth of the differences between good and evil.
Submit yourself to receive the pain of truth, that no other will bare.
Conquer the obstacles of order, to ensure peace.
We are the sacrafice.
Chosen to see the real world.
Ambitious hearts striving to sacrifice our innocence.
Beneath the surface we fracture, our souls taint.
The good path is paved in questions.
Silence is our friend, uniformity keeps you safe.
Eruption at the core of your soul.
Splinters of confusion grind together fighting for their place.
Survive the pain, embraced the consciousness.
This is life, the most of what you have is the proof of exsistance through knowing suffering.
Suffer in place of the many.
The light scatters from our crystals, fragmented, broken, but still able to glow.
Every schism, every crack, unique and whole despite the similarities of the impact.
Our crystals shattered in the same way.
But the deafening of sameness evelopes us in solitude.
My pain is my own, i see life through the cracks i choose.
I no longer shine or burn with the brilliance of life, or the innocence that came with an untinted soul.
In the darkness we all shine just as bright, but we flicker through very different shadows.
What is left of my soul, what is left of myself. When i am too shattered to be of use to the order.
I am running from the flashes that shine from my own soul, a soul im unformilliar with now.
The cracks run deep, but hold together despite the damage.
What soul i have left is fragile, i do not recognise what i see when i look though anymore.
Who is anyone without pain, we defined by the light that shines how the cracks allow.
I choose to accept cracks in my soul i did not need to place there. I hope i can find a way to mend myself before i break.
Shining bright, and burn with the glow hope.
Shield all from the truth of the differences between good and evil.
Submit yourself to receive the pain of truth, that no other will bare.
Conquer the obstacles of order, to ensure peace.
We are the sacrafice.
Chosen to see the real world.
Ambitious hearts striving to sacrifice our innocence.
Beneath the surface we fracture, our souls taint.
The good path is paved in questions.
Silence is our friend, uniformity keeps you safe.
Eruption at the core of your soul.
Splinters of confusion grind together fighting for their place.
Survive the pain, embraced the consciousness.
This is life, the most of what you have is the proof of exsistance through knowing suffering.
Suffer in place of the many.
The light scatters from our crystals, fragmented, broken, but still able to glow.
Every schism, every crack, unique and whole despite the similarities of the impact.
Our crystals shattered in the same way.
But the deafening of sameness evelopes us in solitude.
My pain is my own, i see life through the cracks i choose.
I no longer shine or burn with the brilliance of life, or the innocence that came with an untinted soul.
In the darkness we all shine just as bright, but we flicker through very different shadows.
What is left of my soul, what is left of myself. When i am too shattered to be of use to the order.
I am running from the flashes that shine from my own soul, a soul im unformilliar with now.
The cracks run deep, but hold together despite the damage.
What soul i have left is fragile, i do not recognise what i see when i look though anymore.
Who is anyone without pain, we defined by the light that shines how the cracks allow.
I choose to accept cracks in my soul i did not need to place there. I hope i can find a way to mend myself before i break.
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