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My Resolve - with fianaturie8 �

Balled up on the cold stone floor of my cell with a
roll-out bed that gave no comfort. I sit here silently
waiting for the voice. It does not speak as much as it
used to. I know that it is upsetting that I chose this fate,
beneath the solstice of the moon�s lorry. Shackled
and chained in my johnny coat. Like a blood-stained
hematologist�s buffet disembodied in the veiled
night. Oozing nectar from my secret garden. �
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I deserve this, don�t I deserve this from all my
deceit? �Covered in a shroud of purity. Swaying here
on bare feet. Naked and beyond the veil of the man-
made hell of innuendoes assuming. Waiting for my
penitentiary sting. I�m bad at lying. That is why I wear
a mask. I�m broken and the only thing I hide is my face
listening to the voices within these walls echoing
the woes of chastity among the choiring eunuchs
dovetailing the dead. I hear the heavy footfalls on
the stone. I know what Implement will be used,
as I know my next breath will be forced out to atone.
In this, I will bear the truth.