IV. BODY

IV. BODY

My body is...

An instrument of domination
That is being manipulated by

The sinful memories of the mind

And the whimsical beliefs of the heart

You've reached my soul
Tearing down the prison that is flesh

Breaking the ivory bone bars

Pouring the scorching blood

And your mouth profaning

The most sacred sanctuary

Tasting the finest

Of the red forbidden fruit

Questioning existance

Questioning my words

Questioning my beliefs

Questioning even me

Such as faith bends reason

And reason falls to impulse

I'm betrayed by my emotions

And I feel I'm losing control

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