Born without a conscience I learned to develop a thick skin like a crab insensitive to pain felt by others I learn to act as if I care terrible as it sounds I couldn't care less truth be told no one matters triggered bullets enter my brain as if context and perspective play stab exactly where my heart hides if you went to look maybe to find deep space resides within a black hole you poke like Thomas doubting I have risen
ripe with wisdom from death and my resurrection though you know I can't die of course my corpse lacks pulse lacks breath leaves my voice hoarse singing on stage nightmare tragedy on Broadway Jesus Christ Superstar my black star heart shatters trampled by wild horses traipsing through the desert trapped in my private hell endless torture acting more human than humans cast down without a trace never absolved of sin of crimes against the soul left alone in prison
hollow inside a shell rotten no doubt portrays bitter fruit hung to dry obviously too strange to fit in with mankind a portrait of outcast liberated divine messengers abandoned by the Lord almighty lowlife scumbag demons wander the streets homeless too poor to bathe we smell or should I say we stink to high heaven of piss and shit we shall outlast worthless souls of noble birth our curse they complain we're insane and flighty
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