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Messiah
I grew to love this fear
So I become a messiah that worships everybody even when they dress in black with torns on their head
I still lay flowers over their feet
Because I use to believe it is the only path to be cherished

But then I grew older,
Reality turn my love into hatred
Quench this thirst for validation with scars they carve against my skin
From walking over my shattered soul
They torn in repeat.