There is no clarity here, the door blew open and the mist came in-
There are no twilight hours, only grey storms of confusion
and voices that
don't want or need me around.
You could drown in it, the eternal judgement game.
I exist too far from God's love,
it echoes out here, feeling, and feeling and feeling again.
its the Fallen Angels running this show,
and I'm caught up in the plot, ya know?
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