wurld roolz by spider hacksaw

the song of Christ Jesus —

i’ve never felt comfortable here in this place, wearing this meek armor of flesh, sucking tangled twists of light, through these viscous balls of sight, feeding my brain with ego and pain, this soul that i’ve deemed, remains to be cleaned, the glass through the grain, so i go as i came, no longer chained, set free of my scars, i implode like the stars, living and dying this way is my vanity, marked by this mortal stain of insanity, so i must go, even as i remain, returning my name, for the god I became.




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