DEFENDER'S RAP

• I'm growing bitter at these pictures not aging well
• So phlegmatic with a sour face
• I've spent so long in the darkness that I am becoming a spitting image of it
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• Lord, if you're there, bless this water and hold my head under it until I really see you
• I really wanna meet you
• This darkness is getting so old that it itself is off its rocker, I —
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• I hear something. ??
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• I swear this Demon or whatever is playing mind games and I fall for it every single time
• Its eloquence on good intent deceives me as my guardian angel dressed in NOTHING
• WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT
• THESE STUPID FUCKING OBSCURITIES
• ATROCITIES, ABSURDITIES
• I DO NOT SEE OR FEEL ANYTHING AND IT HURTS
• HAVE YOU HEARD OF ME?
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• Who has the right to hound on me? The Devil is yanking my chain for the Hell of it.
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• How much of this journalling do I have to do on this journey,
• Before it saves me or takes me or I save it and don't share its irrelevance?
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• (I love you?)
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• (Fell for it)
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• I've spent so long in the darkness that it's become my friend
• I'm bad with social cues but I ask, Darkness, my old friend ..
• "How are you feeling? You seem lonely."
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• (Dwell in ..,
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• Oh yea, how am I supposed to read the facial expressions of a skeleton?)