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Bad Year - Christian Death
At these moments I don't need the
Myths to recognise me
Then a veil of mist descends
And I become a happier man
While unexplored self doubts pretend for a moment to be
What they fear they are
The recurrent assertion of surrogate horror
Well it's been a bad year
A man's future is mangled mangled
Depression knots tightly at the center of his being
A wave of sensuality f**ks that smooth hole
Yes this has been quite a bad year
A brittle twig at the end of the branch cracks
This has been a bad year conducted quietly
From both sides
I predict people will die and new ones will arise
They shall arise
Acceptance as prophecy
Only one moment conquers
And that only to smash my sheltered childhood
A world which I loved
I loved