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Waking in the morning

Is being pelted by the rain.

The rain is the blood…

That runs in our very veins.

Something inside me is wrong,

Never right.

The darkness is calling to me,

Not the light…

Your eyes mock me.

Your words wound me.

Every glance is a dagger in my breast.

I am everything.

I am nothing.

I am Deity,

Your "God."

I will destroy you-

Though I love you,

My hatred

So Unbelieving in the heart.

Now, tell me…

How am I to live,

When I was born

Only to die?