Sike - I meant repent.
Who are you to justify?
Who are you to testify?
Conceal, oops -- I meant over-here.
Can you know what you can do?
Must you reap, but never glue?
Order, hell, I meant revenge.
Lust -- can your sin wage a war on hypocrisy? Can you be another victim
of foul play?
*Truth
Shit! In regard to lies.
What is the season for damnation?
Who is that, that never escapes reality?
Non-fiction coincides with your life.
Is it that, or is it that's that!
Why can you not know what you so
solemnly sow -- or only sometimes.
*Hate
My envy is like you.
Wanting to escape sanity and falling victim, or should I say prey, to true pain . . .
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