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I'm drawn vicious into cycles to imbrue calamity with stained-hands crimsoned-dark, with conviction-of-heart is the optima of a sane-man disdained plans, of deranged scams, with more depth beyond a plain-man I’m vain-to-travel, till I fracture my constraints to have my chains-unravel I blame-the-shackles of inner demons for the reasons my knees are stained-by-gravel Limits-of paths-and-violent-dreams-encase-my-sanity; intimate-wraths-with-silent-screams-are-based-within-vanity Trace the calamity to imprint the gestalt of sublime-chaos like medieval crusades divinity comes to blind-a-brave-cost peasants of pestilent pity persecute to paradigm-slaves-lost Lined-grave-troughs embody the victims without signs-of-a-blazed-cross Never held the black-chrome, but I will SIN to escape to get back-home cracked-bones to protrude-flesh, I stand against fate with balance like a cat-thrown I’m a crude-mess while I search to redeem and scheme life’s delude-quest chronic feats cold futures of chambered fortunes like chaptered-cradles, feasts of coercion force culture of fortitude constructions like fractured-fables I blaze natures gift as an artisan, but like bi-racial partisans I’m ruptured-by-labels bled-to-contempt-sin like a deficient martyr of infinite renaissance who forsakes RedemptSIN |