Silence, help me see this upheaval. In my troubles of
dented vision. Distorted grace - I am the fated. Yielding
in between machines of hatred. For what loyalty do I live
this agony. You keep preserving me to save your vanity.
Murmurs gather, ripe with obsession. Damn you, father
- when do I leave. The scars are numberless, the blight
unending. My will betraying (will you betray me now).
I hold unto the gallows, staring. Writhing in my failings
(here in my failings). I am given more than I can abide. Yet,
I commit my guilt in receiving. My guilt in believing. For
what loyalty do I live this agony. You keep preserving me to
save your vanity.

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