Fallen

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Bloodstains disgrace my stability

My will lies in ruins of impurity

Within the thresholds of catastrophe

I speak the words of heresy

I’ve witnessed the rape of liberty

I’ve burned the bridges of amnesty

Compassion is such an evil word

I stalk the path of blasphemy

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Hatred is my only friend

Mutilated in the shackles of purity

I’ve found myself searching for the things I’ve once believed to be alive

My foundation was given from beneath

I know that I will never find my mind again

I can’t breathe in this world

As many times that I’ve tried to be a man; to be like you

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Bloodstains embrace my impurity

I am the spawn of a broken will

No more will disease tempt my flesh

There’s nothing I feel anyway

The urge, so very strong, so dominant

I don’t understand my need to resist

To defy who I have become

I am the keeper of the pure, the primitive

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Lies!

They’ve fallen upon the seeds

So pathetic you’ve allowed yourself to be

Why are you allowed to breathe?

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C. Allen Thompson 1998