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Contrition
Mercy will not rain down on me
Nor the bitter end come softly
Segregated from the seraph
Yet far from the imp
Vagabond of sun scorched dunes
Veteran of tight transgression
A word spoken in haste
Weighs upon the spirit
I can't feel anything but contrition
Because... morbid dreams surround my essence
Decimated corpses impaled on pikes
I turn from greed and fall into avarice
I turn from pride and fall into arrogance
Suffocation... waking screaming and lashing
One nightmare ends, another follows swiftly
Even though the sun shines bright
On a patch of ground, in a river of light
It would burn my skin to go within
To taste the unknown delight of being there
The mind can't seem to comprehend
The silken web that holds me in
Made of iron and pain and fury
It sometimes seems no way to win
Demonolgy has become my very life force
Someone tell me, where is this dream of Christ?
But even in the darkness, I would ask him to cast me out
Into the herd of swine, so that I might be freed
I no longer see but feel
I no longer breathe, my heart no longer beats
It's quite frightening, but I understand
Harris and Klebold's master plan
Even though the sun shines bright
On a patch of ground, in a river of light
I cannot traverse within
Because darkness is my inherent friend
So everyday I count my loss
And throw myself down before the cross
