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Calls to the heavens when oppressed
Save me , I call upon thee a distressed
Maybe she ignores awaiting a mistake
As I become blinded with grief
Consumed by flames of vengeance
Decieved by my anti-conscience
Who do I condemn to blame ?
Am I fractions of a bigger game ?
None of which I find sane.

If there was ever an angel guarding me
Poised to keep me safe from forces surrounding me
Same forces controlled by a Great sage
Works to destroy the creators art.
Show your might , harness your rage
Pour upon the chains that enslave me
Melt away filth defiling me
For I try but keep loosing control
Toil upon soil , yet having no oil
Save me from apparent damnation
I raise my hands in total submission.
...kazer 2018
Tm-Narcissus...Tm-beast... Tm-god.

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