Beware the Preacher your prison bars wilt with our Guilt. nothing’s the same without Shame. where you gonna point now that we’re gone? how you gonna get along?

to Deflect i look for me in the dark night. what do i see? a fire. a liar burns, twists and turns in the light, points and screams shame, tells me i’m the same. i turned the lock. don’t knock. don’t promise a better day. run away.

Note to Whoever said they want to tap that have at a first crack of purity surety and sent that girl down the road tipping on wobbly heels with squeals of spinning wheels shady deals touch feel kneel swallowing hollow pride to die of shame playing by the rules at the mercy of fools like you maybe one day you too will rue the error of your ways and think of something else to say

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