Broken souless creature, lost in your own delusion of the day. How too, do you see a heart within it's guilded cage? Protected by illusions of a life portrade. For man has many faces, yet only one. Who tell me are you today?
As for religion, Tell me do you know my heart? What is it that make's some fooled from the start.For I am a dreamer, a writer, and sometimes a fool. But yet an ass, God used as a tool. So before you judge, look at yourself. Take your dusty Bible off the shelf. And pray.
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