-Celebration of the Broken
You may run, But never to hide, Here I come, After your pride.
Iíll tear it all away. Slash your faith apart. Murder your spirit And take out your heart.
Now be the time, The hunted become hunters, Hate condemn the man Who reverted the peaceful cutters,
Running you may far, Till the dusk reaches dawn, Calling forth the storm Letting the bolt blast the injured fawn.
It is you who are me, And u be to them, What I be to you For you are only my version of them!!
Destruction for Glory, Sex for pain, Who follows will, Will never abstain.
Those lines, Those lines about, Those lines about you, Those lines about you curse, Those lines about you curse who, Those lines about you curse who am, WHO AM I? -"Thatís what he said. I didnít mean to, he jumped out!!! It wasnít my Fault!!!! It wasnít my Fault!!!" A man in
shackles pleaded upon his incidental manslaughter. His eyes red with fury. His hair black with hate. "Why?" "Why?"
"Why?" Seeking he.
Later in the spirit, Time roars forth. Commanding those who lead, To become those of worth.
Now that it is gone. All that you believe in, Lost that now you are, Enter please, come haunt my kin.
Twisted you render me, Lonely I find, Only left faulty With my blind thoughts behind
What am I now, Man or monster, For what worth you correct, Innocence stricken drunskter.
Hate who I am, Circular my paths, In and out, Flushing my crafts.
Lingering temptation Of fortified luster, Wishing of terrors Only the dark demon could muster.
Those lines, Those lines about, Those lines about you, Those lines about you curse, Those lines about you curse who, Those lines about you curse who am, WHO AM I? -"The state of Illinois hereby finds, the convicted guilty as proven." The crowd jolts back in awe. The juryís
bloodthirsty eyes gleam over all. Wondering whoís next. Finding whoís best. Income their sentence, "I hereby sentence you to life
rejecting all chances of future freedom." With THREE terrorizing, humiliating, and futile SLAMS of the PALETTE it was over....it
was over...it was over...
-"I DIDNíT MEAN TO...ITíS NOT MY FAULT!!! NOT MY FAULT!!!! NO, Not my fault..." And yet I stood there
outcast, alone in tears of my own decided fate. I truly say...it was not my fault.

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