Letters In An Open Evelope.
From scratched old scars come new wounds,turned septic by exposure to enviroments
foreign and decaying. Holding onto old bonds the path you dared to walk has now been lost
and you now dine with the same kind that at one point disgusted you,failure to rid yourself of
this tumour has now made you a part of its rotting habits and it now speaks and expects
equally from your mind. You cannot expel the thoughts of your past pleasurable sins cause it
was by your hand that they were committed and now your sitted deep in the pits of shame
that your eyes waver from the light...and on this they will all look and say "there goes the
hypocrite,foul from his own shame."
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