Evacuate the mind of all my poison.
The stink of evil ruminating in the atmosphere.
Stench of past, once marinating me;
Every step, disowned like the lecher, cut out like gangrene.
Hell is the place I go when I justify the wrong.
Torture in the lie.
LET ME GO! You DEVIL inside, LET ME BE!
Always in control of the pain I have caused.
Choosing, carefully, these next few steps.
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