I am my own religion,
My own savior.
I string my life from the loom of unadulterated independence.
Innocence is my first, middle, and last name.
Lies are my currency.
Hope is my drug.
Love is my intoxication.
The world is my paradise.
I inhale tomorrow and exhale yesterday.
I play with the toys of my imagination.
My soul holds the world together.
I fight for the right to be
The right to abet the enemy,
Yet bide by the tidings of sterling hearts,
And see the cessation of all humanity.
My own savior.
I string my life from the loom of unadulterated independence.
Innocence is my first, middle, and last name.
Lies are my currency.
Hope is my drug.
Love is my intoxication.
The world is my paradise.
I inhale tomorrow and exhale yesterday.
I play with the toys of my imagination.
My soul holds the world together.
I fight for the right to be
The right to abet the enemy,
Yet bide by the tidings of sterling hearts,
And see the cessation of all humanity.



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