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Proclamation of Feeling
Oh Sweet Freedom, yours is the taste of suckle sweetness on my lips
Oh Sweet Redemption,
yours is the smell of lovely belonging in this
empty,
hollow world
Oh Sweet Honesty, yours is the song I still
cannot sing
Oh Damned Love, yours is the torment that has torn my heart to shreds
Oh Damned Fear, yours are the
chains that keep me pinned to my safety
Oh Damned Hate, yours are the eyes through which most see and become
blind
Oh
Innocent Pain, yours are the daggers that so unknowingly pierce my
soul
Oh Innocent Guilt, yours is the weight of knowledge
of truth that
pounds me
down
Oh Innocent Conformity, yours are the rules most follow in order to
feel
they
belong
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