Stepping through the blackness of Hell
I feel a lust inside
Searching for I don’t know what
But it calls to me
I feel entranced by the sounds of chaos
I am tripping on the lust
I can feel something slithering
Touching, caressing my bust
People see us as soulless
People see us as cold
People feel afraid for us
Hoping our paths change as we grow old
I feel sorry for those
Who shut their feelings away…
I feel sorry for those, who lustful pleasures they crave
I feel sorry for they have denied themselves of the lust
Set your selves free from shame, you must, you simply must
Trust
That the only power over you, is what you set your self
You are not some property
That belongs to someone else
You are your own power
You are your own grace
Your future is determined by how you see things and it goes at your own pace
Why deny yourself of pleasure?
Why worry about the void?
You are what you believe in
Trust in yourself
That you will not be destroyed
You are who you are my friend
Believe not in sin
Live the life you want to
And yourself trust in
Now
Go, set yourself free
Take off the bondage that you wear
Go off into the universe, and do as you would care
Do not answer to anyone
You have made yourself
Through everything you’ve experienced you’ve wrote it all, done it all, see the proof on your Akashic book shelf
You are not some property owned; you are your very own creation
How I wish I could help you see this realization
Set yourself free
Dear
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