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Cardinal

The voices in my head speak low, for the mass may hear the faint cry of my tears and make a pursuit to crucify my desires to live these lies. See the world doesn't know me and with ticking hours that are counting down the minutes to lead to my seconds to  my departure is rapidly coming to an end. Sigh, maybe the wind will speak once more, for the night has only begun and the reflecting shadows have not yet spoken. Sigh, Just let this night pass, for my sins have caused me to be the outcast of m ... more »