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Updated on December 8, 2010

It is the shape of our sin, a torment we inflict upon ourselves

A plague of sorrow and regret swallowing us whole in her belly of

Darkened road of impurity

Out of this madness and curiosity we moved

Out of lust and gluttony we are driven upon

Constantly pounded us deep within this web of deception

Instantaneously corrupting, continuously soaking us bit by bit

Plunging us deep within this sweet taste of transgression

And we are fervently drifted beyond this black hole

Beneath this sinking ship into the abyss of death

Lurking beneath that innocent façade

A fresh face rotting beneath the skin

A gorgeous casket deteriorating from within


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