After the whispers of death called to me
After I followed the cruel world of love
I had this muscle that pumps in my soul
Ripped out of my being
I dont know who I am anymore
Maybe I wasn't meant to be who I am
Then again, who ever is?
All men are confused in what their will is
But that's what the experience is
We will all take portions of others
As they do in us
And carry that towards their path to the end
But they must go through the hell of love
And by the time they're done
They have no heart, no mind, no soul
Their existence is questioned by themselves
Once they are reborn
Their purity is r e v i v e d
And they once again
Search themselves and the world
For the purpose of existence once again

Candy Lemons

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