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Where but for a soul do these mortal woes lie
that gifted us with proverbial lies
entering chaos in a transparent union
do most of us live and take our last communion.

Ever did I look for the simple way of peace
but found I that I was interred with the beast.
Where does one reach when Satan infects the physical
and doctors look back quizzical.

I dream of perfection and live it in my life
and strived all of it searching for a wife
but as darkness falls I feel myself consumed
what demon has possessed me or fecund my mother's womb?

Where am I, stuck inside this invisible box
and diseased with my own mind a pox
never before have I so much believed the lies
and ever am I ready to die.

The agony in my brain and god cannot be found
I have accepted Jesus please do not put me down
dig me up someone from this possession of love
exercise these demons from heaven above.

Is this my fate John Calvin?
Is this my story?
am I meant to die from woe
before I had the chance for some glory?

It's the stories that I own that are destroying my brain
and my ability to think is destroying my brain
amiable silence from those who need to speak
bring me now moses to your mountain peek. 
Take me to heaven so I shall feel humanity no more
or so I shall meet god and even the score.
forgive oh lord my little tricks on thee
and perhaps I'll forgive thy great big one on me.

anger in silence and I'm cursed to be alone
someone who needs love to keep his worldly throne.
The god of war needs not love for he has something to do.
while intimacy is bread in boredom not far from the truth.

Why do I sit here in contempt of my day
why do I pray and seem to get the answer go away?
I need something else exciting in my life
or forbid myself life when I lose wrong and right.

Where is the road not taken? where is it taken?
I cannot find my path to stardom like Clay Aiken.
I am the demon who lies alone at night
and thinks of the loving in absolute spite.

I cannot even find the remnants of a soul
for I have to work odd hours for the old.
and be it far from me to criticize the lilies
even when the wind at our back breeds boredom
and gives the meek minded the willies.

The fowl of the air can look down and laugh
for they are closer to god where I can't find the path.
There's a specific function for some things in life
but mine evades me so I catch the world in spite.

Imagine the wasteful ocean bringing its devastation on us
in Louisiana I saw the people with wounds that had puss
vagrants stealing in the middle of the night
and military murders went on in plain sight.

Where am I god, I am calling to you now!
Help me out! help me out! help me out
until I'm found.

I need to get out of this tantalizing place
and see a warm face
and see a warm face
I am going insane because of thoughts on the brain
and I can not control the way life seems so plain
because I need a degree to get away from me.
Something special for the world or tempting little girls
looking at me sideways with the eyes of the devil
and fate picks on me the way fate picked on Nevil.

Take me away oh god of today,
you can save the righteous for some other day.
Come into my home where I am alone
and take me at night, to where the buffalo roam.

Make me in silence say more than I did
and make my life perfect or end it with this.