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I’d Rather Scorch In The White Hot Sun
Than Be Burned By The Searing Flame Of Your Tongue

Your Words Are Like Fire Unto My Skin
Wearing Me Down, Already So Fucking Thin
I Trust In Something, For My Own Good
Taking Even More When I Think I Should

But When Is Ever, Never Fine Enough
If ‘All The Time’ I ‘Always Fuck Up’
So When If Never Is Ever Fine Enough
Its Pointless Now, Your Tough Just Turns To Rough

(What did I do? (What didn’t I do?) What Should I Have Done In The Future For You?)

No, Nothing More I Can’t Do; Even Less I Can
Doesn’t Matter Anyway, I’m Obviously Not Your Man

More Like Prison Bitch,
Evil Thread To Evil Stitch
More Like Your Left Hitch
Suckin On : Life’s A Witch

Harder Though, Will I Still Try To You
Through It My How, I Can Never Do
Not Knowing What, Nor Seeing When
Your ‘Righteous Anger’ Will Strike Again

Whipping Pain Of Deeds Unthought Of
Stripping Rain, Flesh Melts Off Above
Searing Heat From The Fire Down Below
Save Me Now, My Innocent Angel’s Halo

I’d Rather Scorch In The White Hot Sun
Than Be Burned By The Searing Flame Of Your Tongue

These Deep-Seeded, Masked Meaning-Beyond-Meaning, Relentless, Never-Forgotten Thoughts Of Fear and Anger Shall Now Be Banished, In The Name Of “I”.

And Divine Love Lingers On…

Eternally, I Am You Are Me Always We.

Dedicated To The 3 Voices Inside Of My Head, Who Shall Remain Nameless.

WHAT DO YOU THINK? Comments Appreciated!

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