Dear O’ Soulless, Dear man birthed from metal
Proclaimed to be purposeless and hateful, how you have misunderstood
Thou must realize that thy revelation is no good
To alienate the world, is to proceed at your own peril
The world is cruel to all yet thyself is shackled to vanity
How ironic it is that thyself was made from no love nor nurture
Committed to retain its influx of emotion, what a poor creature
May we witness history repeat itself, may we dance to our own insanity
Salt Water
I see the depression as calm now, Like the ocean, As just something that surrounds me, Something I'm covered...
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