Animosity This is animosity,
In the shadows is where I dwell
From your womb you scream at me
The perfect image of innocence
And I rip away
For someone to hear me
Wedged between these walls of neon light
You can’t bear to feel me
Your covered in loveliness
As I mold,
Praying this body
Will decay my morbid life, “of hope”
The shepherd to his sheep
Who want for nothing but somebody else
To graze, in a bloody valley
Where the grass is less greener
But sweeter to taste
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