bloody wretched being.
dark fallen soul.
we hide the monsters we are.
the hypocrites, hedonists.
there are no fitting words, there is only disgust.
warped, deluded thoughts.
and hope slips through my grasp.
what is the use of perfection if there is only disappointment.
what is the point of "ministry" if there are only facades.
where is the victory if faults are merely whitewashed
.
dark fallen soul.
we hide the monsters we are.
the hypocrites, hedonists.
there are no fitting words, there is only disgust.
warped, deluded thoughts.
and hope slips through my grasp.
what is the use of perfection if there is only disappointment.
what is the point of "ministry" if there are only facades.
where is the victory if faults are merely whitewashed
.
damned.
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