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- My apathy sleeps with the whores who drink my convenience My blood flows away in images cut from achievement Forgiveness forgets but remembers where I have retreated While my shadow escapes in the wind, ashamed by my treason
- My smoke still stains my desire My scent burned away by the fire Honesty preached by a liar While I worship my only pariah
- Corrosion speaks pain, a language I find too convenient While whispers weave lies so I can comfortably dream them
- My Monolith looms like the god I've never believed in My limbs have been cut, yet grow back without any reason
- The sharp end is the hypocrisy.
- @maddow.msnbc.com atheists for the Apocalypse
