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Sin
The right of the individual
Superseding the truth
Demands can't be met that have no meeting
Understanding impossible when logic is gone
Outbursts that shouldn't be
Twisting and churning outside of me
Loquacious I am not
It is ineffable, this depression of mine
I wonder, is his blood carmine or green?
Mourning for my awakening
I need to remain blind or else
Become methodical in planning
An end of all disgust
Instinctual, primitive longings
Cannibalistic homicide
Stay in a hazy cloud
Save me from my sin
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