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I got time To listen to you whine About this body of mine Why does she show it all the time? Calling something art doesn't make it fine For shame Body frame Disgraces her family name By never falling into line Unclothed skin Unclothes she who lies within Her know-how Could never prevent Anatomy from becoming A proclamation of sin What is this shell But porous flesh We cannot resist As the blood begins to swell That's why we use it to sell Our goods, Our time, Ourselves Pray tell The cost of living this kind of hell Universe created no creature more Disgusted by their natural form Openly abhor The human part of being Collective consciousnes Filtered through cracked screens Attempt to keep our chaos clean Haunted by the thought That we are better off unseen

I am the sum of these parts Wearer of scars, Collector of hearts, Creator of systems and stars Universal utero Third dimensional antihero Now Subtract the overblown ego Add all my past transgressions I can't let go Multiply my spirit by romance and wine Divide my efforts by space and time I am the sum of these parts An effortful collection Once fearful of death in nothingness Realized resurrection Through the depths of introspection I am Light Casting your shadows in every direction Skewed from the mould we were built in Original sin Plagued darkness In the vast abyss of the cosmic I'm not the same being you once saw Radiantly beaming between the empty spaces Light years ago Surrounded by different faces Who have since shone and passed Self-destructed Supernova blast They say this life is fast But it is preciously finite Celestially eternal Balance of both Shadow and Light Mortal plight Lessons for third sight Revolutions have not made me wise...

I cannot be tamed Nor am I here for you to contain When you don't even call me by my name Solely perceived as a means to entertain As this fantasy As I see that's all you see in me Is a chance to be inside of me But to be honest your rollercoaster does not look inviting And I've reserved my right to refuse riding No not because I'm scared or nervous But because I seek self-love and true purpose Because I strive to be more than just my surface More than my supple curves and porous, dewy trenches Side stepped you Like your collection of wenches didn't dare to Maybe because they didn't see fit Or maybe they didn't feel that they were worth shit Maybe a man told them their whole lives that they deserved it Deserved anything less than to be treated like the sacred goddess The muse, the solace, The very chalice which brought us You see, life would be nothing without the womb Encompassing you Igniting the the wick to your flames and fumes Wh...