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Call Me When Rapture Comes

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There is a hole inside every heart.
Veins pumping black ink…always between colors.
Call me unconventional…for my anxiety is not of my tainted soul.
I breath in deceit and pray that it would turn into something useful.
Observe me as I stare silently at the ominous events.
Can all be cleansed by my sacrifice?

Oh please, I must receive guidance…
How much longer must I await a calling?
No lover’s voice whispering a tomorrow…
My Gods vanished forever and a day.
Life is suffering, a punishment for all.
Call on me when Rapture comes…



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