In the darkest depth of my soul. In a cold place, void of human emotion. Where only the volatile remains of a broken past. Lay bleached by the sun. Never reverend by devotion. Ballots cast. Finding refuse in a gun.
For one who opposes the law, weither right or wrong. In strong opposition of the apprehension of the right to live free. For freedom comes at a price. In the blood of those who defended her truths'. Heart of ice. lost in what I knew.
Hard the shell that has formed around my heart. Where words and deeds to no end, have failed. When dreams are lost. And the part I heard, will bleed, tore in pieces with sin's oldest tale. united in fates. Yet still impaled
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