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Contrition

This is not what I represent,
Staging victim and gagged by greed,
I strive for a goal which I don’t want to achieve.
This symbiotic existence,
Has only created detriment,
For the true believers of our sinful cause.

This artificial hope we sell,
Traded for their fortune,
Will leave them roaming in a state of misery.
All the radiant tales we tell,
Luring the despairing,
Till their demise is caused by atrophy.

Struggling with the source
Of my personal dialectic.
As I realize I contradict,
The ideals I represent.
I now conceive, the heart is merely a muscle
And it’s desires are so counterfeit.

This artificial hope we sell,
Traded for their fortune,
Will leave them roaming in a state of misery.
All the radiant tales we tell,
Luring the despairing,
Till their demise is caused by atrophy.

I have fallen to this burden,
And as I yearn for repentance,
Conduct my Baptism of Tears.


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Style is Progressive Metalcore. Think of a mix of Born Of Osiris & Parkway Drive's 'Flesh, Bone & Weakness'. Crit4Crit.

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I wrote this story so many days ago
and the words kept falling onto pages.
Without the loss we can't go on
and with the loss we became strong.