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Masquerade

Truth in verse
this gift a curse that I worship daily on the alter of a pen
sacrificing all normalcy to break the bonds and be set free
to cast off my wings of blood and bone
and replace with the grace of battle scars and heresy
an open sinner sent to slay the saints to lay to waste
the heavens that we’ve built in our minds
why do we pretend that this skin is a sin?
Why do we deny what we’ve known all along?
Why do we even try to mend our flaws when they make us perfect?
To hide the scars that have made us who we are?
Better to reign in hell I suppose than to serve under you
I refuse to hide what I’ve been through
Reign from on high with your divinity of law and your lies ornate
But I’ll still believe the mantra, better an open sinner than a faux saint