Wrapped in the middle
Of this morbid pressure
The anger is released
Careless of his walk.
I can't accept it
The confusion is suffocating,
The rush and the pause
They corner me
Against the wall.
Reason for being,
Without conviction
Reason for being
Crucifixion.
Tremendous lethargy
It takes over
So many minds
It will be the work of the devil
Or it will be the work of God.

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