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I've been called an engel with a heart of gold,but left at the cross roads every time.For almost half a century,I've allowed total chaos to inflict misery upon me.It is my time to reflect every aspect of my past,so I can find peace for the next half century.
I am a musician and a poet,and a copy righted author.I've written a novel,but it has not yet been manuscripted.
I aim to change that soon.


Headed For Sainthood

The more I look at you
The more I like me
The end of pain my trophy
While you look like a martyr

Headed for saint hood
Lay me on the alter
Seperate me from my limbs
Hang my head on a pole

The more I listen to you
The more I like the way I sound
The words I've said
Cover me in my own shroud

Your brush with death doesn't compare
You act so infantile
ANd you can't even do that fair
I give you inches,and you take miles

Headed for sacrifice
Lay you on an alter
Leave you to your own vice
Throw away the mould that made you

The things I've done
Living under the gun
Have you done that
The pain becomes pleasure
And hate becomes an art
Darkness becomes warmer
And death becomes reward from which you work

Headed for saint hood
Lay me on the alter
Seperate me from my limbs
Hang my head on a pole

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