

"Asylum Girl"Padded walls So haunting here I'm burdened by A lonely tear Ripping, Tearing Can't escape I'm wounded by My mournful fate My mind is gone I'm just a shell I'm so scared Is this hell? I taste the salt Of my tears Immobilized By my fears Abandoned by tHe only ones Who understood What I was I need to breathe I'm so alone So scared and Tired I wanna go home"Asylum Girl"


The Profit GodCobblestone streets and cement sidewalks where once carriage roam now lies a putrid, pugnant earth-murdering beast his growl is fierce, and he is swift.The Profit God
the children of the salt are now the slaves of the gem creeping and crawling around Trading away hope for shame
they know it's wrong they get over that in time beauty in your lap and bounty in your belly makes guilt die
where once were Knights are now drones and infants never thinking, never judging the damsels are now the damned
the almighty dollar is their Icon f


A Holy RevolutionAs it spreads it loses meaning, The words changed to literal. Interpretations run by rampant, Forced to belief, to believe in it all.A Holy Revolution
Figurative words transfixed by the literal, A Heretic by nature, A faith outside of Church. Justified by life, As his faith sets him free.
On his knees he prays, His words reach the lord.
On his shoulder comes a touch In the physical there is nothing. The Bible in his hands, Expressed through His words.
Argued by the Church, In time, his strength still remains A Bond, unbreakable, A
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