Chains of sin
Shackled by my own mind , but a mind which does not feel as though my own. Why; i ask, that a head upon shoulders i know belonging to me, can i not control .
The power of will, others do believe i lack,yet my inundation of uncertainty builds.How could a reason or bold excuse such as that, compare or compete with my seeping heart black.
I fear these cuffs of sin hold indestructible superiority , and bare no key to unclasp. Although Presenting resiliency and strength toward so many aspects in my life lived already,
I'm loosing balance and the future seems unsteady
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