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I don't know who i am....
and why i dream all night
or how I'm going to get out of this situation
and when will my suffering of crying for the world
or the tears for myself i feel soo greedy about become blessings
or just cease to fall

I don't know what i am
i fear my words and sphere of influence
sometimes care too much of how the human race judges me
and the ultimatum of truth of the fact of how i guess that's mans plan....
because if we're created in god's image and man is judging me
I'm terrified of god

I don't know who i am
and how am i to compromise with a god
or any being that worships human sacrifices 
no matter how they twist it
and it drives me to confusion so bad i cry
for the witch doctor victimized women drowning in my head
the African queens and slavery tormented souls that keep coming to visit
and in my head time an dtime again i hear i want o go home

I don't know who i am
but have been thrown away psychologically by music and movies and television
to make me feel like dirt to buy products and get me to exercise
out of desperation to belong
to get me to pick up a knife or a gun
to become desperate to fight for my life and country
and stand up for the love of a god we attach to human sacrifices witch burnings
slavery and holocausts and bombs

I don't know who i am
or why i think this way
i have a thought in my head and don't know if its mine or yours
and then it seem slike week slater i hear it transformed into a song
I write something down scared to change it in case i ruin it and whatever 
psychologist in the future cant make any new discoveries from my mistakes and 
ego mania and lack of pride but at the same time i fear and know this page with 
many others
if i printed this into a book would be ripped up and torn out in fear
that they would discover something they didn't already know
and the satanism I'm trying to prevent would figure out the psychosis and 
mentality of some of gay life's fetishes i despise

i don't know who i am
but my heart is broken and I'm tired
and i give really good advice
i know how to get to the heart of the matter
and understand a philosophy of 
turning peoples lives into amusement park rides
I don't know who i am
and in my head i hear these voices that say they are crying

and one is loud in emotion whispering to me
please hide
who am i?
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