Who poured flesh upon my soul? I pray to you nightly, that you end this nightmare, the cruelest of tricks, that promised me salvation, if I built a cloud out of of bricks... Hands of brutality, holds in its fist, each door closing, me in solitude, and bitterness, I pray to you nightly, to end my strife, who poured flesh upon my soul, and called it life? Where evil and despair, lay its chains on me, where once my living spirit, could not be maintained in captivity... Alas, I ask to escape, the woes at my feet, it has married me, and named me its unwilling wife, who poured flesh upon my soul, and called it a life? I am a fool, a victim of the cruelest of tricks, promised me heaven, if I made water out of bricks, to live, then to die, by the sharpest of knives,, who poured flesh upon my soul, and called it a life?Birth sign: Libra
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