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Most use a hopeless hope
Different tools to convince others
And to help themselves cope
With knoweledge about life after death
Thinking about it brings the tears
But I know in my heart what will happen
Despite all of the fears
I can read between the lines
Therefore, I refuse to accept the lies
I have to accept what, even I despise
Because my heart can't and won't be decieved
What others fall into and believe
Has done nothing but cause evil
And yet they claim to feel relief?
The answer of pure blindness
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Causes
This religion known as Christianity
I see as nothing more than pure vanity
My eyes sadden more and more as I see
More and more people decieved by what to be
How can't they see this for what it is?
And yet that is a part of my past
A part I hate and want to forever cast
Out of my life to never return
Because I see how many people
Suffer from this burn
People are ashamed to feel the way they feel
About there sexuality they think they must conceal
It is just human nature what is the big deal?
Yet all of these suicides are caused by feelings
Of unworthiness that they should have never had to feel
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Transformation
I somehow dig up my remains
Of what is left of me
After the transformation
I can barely see
Perplexed by the facts
I look down and I'm dead
Wondering how this happened
With so many things left unsaid
Even the citadel in my mind
Cannot revive me from this change
This level of feeling incomplete
My mind furiously trying to rearrange
Being eaten alive trying to sift
Until I discover this is all planned
My spirit undergoing transformation
Trying to be as gentle as it can
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Embracing Creating
I mustered the courage to
Embrace the black butterflies
Swarming me haunting my dreams
My dank mind refusing to rise
Hearing the the stomp, seeing the forecast
All the signs speaking through
All that I saw, images flying fast
In my random imagery of all around
Seeing the enervate of my soul
Always asking the question
Of what could be wrong
Senses coming to depression
What it is I may never discover
My gallivant mind never staying
For too long in an unknown place
A ship always creating always sailing
Trying to use these to my advantage
Allowing myself to ameliorate
While my butterflies rest on bark
Until I feel it's time to create
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