Exodus

Standing on the blank edifice
I see dead souls in every direction
Finding a sense of closure
but only deserting their selves

I swear I am different to them
but I know inside they are just like me
Broken off all contact with you all
I don’t need you anymore

Exodus

We are all petrified to what we deceive
even if it is ourselves
What stays the same is conditioned
so we can falter together

Exodus

Cut off from the calm
Ambiguous as always
Dragged through the dirt
yet somehow you are unsoiled

Exodus

The End

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