blood on my hands the black sun rises into my golden world. and I see the horizon that I have built but i do not see him. scratch marks on my face. no place to go but this cage that you have built. make me crawl but i will suceed. maybe you do not think so. maybe he doesn't think so. but you will love me of this i know not because this fairy tale tells me so. mirrors create mirages in the corners. but not the mirage i am supposed to see. wings i do not feel them i do not hear them like you see them. i hear hate remarks on the radio. may you die a painful death and burn in hell they say and they are just like you. just like you.
Reason for writing:
I do not believe in God or any characters in the bible and i find it hard to tell my catholic family.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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