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My Red Temple
Hate is a belief
Worshipped in a temple of fools
I lay down my staff
For you can see
The red, hot temperamental ways of this sea
We’ve been cast away deep in our pits
Where there is no light
And there is no sound
Nothing there but you and me
Never listen to the believers
Never pay attention to the followers
Their chains drag heavily amongst us all
Till we can peel away the dense
And see the blue
There is nothing here for me and you
Wow. I still have this lasting feeling of the chains because hating my life alone makes them pretty heavy. Thanks for he blow to he stomach :D
that last line really hit me. hurts.