Tuesday, December 1, 2015




Sitting here by the lake
And I'm looking at the water
Then I throw the pebbles inside
Because I hate the reflection it showed
I see myself as the water
Calming on the surface
But there's a chaos
Deep down the bottom
An ancient war
Between me and the devil
And now I'm stained
With sinful bruises
Lustful action
Leads me to damnation

But then
I'm strengthening my faith
For I refuse
To be a slave
To be a puppet
For an evil act
I wash myself
With the power of truth
Separating those particles
To gain back my purity
Though I couldn't claim back my innocence
But it's worth to get back my sanity
This is the process
This is the method
This is the reverse osmosis of my soul


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