Myrealitygone
Anger betrays me as I see the blasphemy people have vent
The torture and defilementwill surely never relent
Virgin coloura and rejected lovers ensure I shall never repent
Distress and betrayal make me undress and relate my unholy decent
Murderous eye and terriified cries reveal my true intent
She smiles in glee while most would flee from the tortures my heart can invent
A twisted mother nor star crossed lover fill this air with lament
Not even the heavens above can defeat the power of love
And with it we will begin our true Ascent
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