Corrupted

A false sense of hope
A tune less to conviction then concealment
A drop from hell’s banister to
A landing to caress inner fears

An inner desire to escape
An escalation heeding contempt
An undermining fixation to sex
An intolerable passage through religious beliefs

And I was there, driven
And pressing forth to find myself
And relate to the person who time
And time again would stumble down

A hope tuned more to fear than belief
An escape heeding sex through religion
And I was there


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