Apostasy
There is no image of you in front of my inner eye
I don't want to have visions that are not built out of my impressions
Words so meaningless, ideas so uncreative
My abnormal feelings create other spheres
Worlds of hate and destructive art
And the consuming power that creates my own personality
To include everything that you tried to build up
You wanted to give me sense, you tried to tell me about emotions
A mind so unstructured, you won't ever own
So you call it apostatized
In my cold environment there is no time
No place for simple solutions
Only despair, melancholy and overwhelming truth
No soul, just feelings that consume you to death
We used to be like warriors
To procreate our imagination superior
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