Philosophical Society - Repentance

It's too late
We could never be just hate
Our beautiful embrace
Destined to be erased
Destined to be
It's too late
We could never be just hate
Our beautiful embrace
Destined to be erased
Destined to be
Once again I find myself, trapped in this vicious cycle
Decadence hiding behind the facade of sacred wisdom's
Repentance
Writing to get through the unbearable sorrow of existence
Futile attempts to intimate life's worth in a sentence
Darkness impairs my vision through your indecision
Tearing apart everything that's beautiful your only mission
Driven by your ambition, into perdition, for the sake of your shallow condition
The light transfigures my perspective, and makes it an intuition
Ground is caving in, darkness in staring me down without fright
The light once inside no longer wants to fight
Give me life through this perpetual death of mine
Cowardly I surrender the last battle through stealth
Self-reproach the only approach that nurtures me back to health
Forsake your conscience's scruple for the sake of wealth
It's too late
We could never be just hate
Our beautiful embrace
Destined to be erased
Destined to be
It's too late
We could never be just hate
Our beautiful embrace
Destined to be erased
Destined to be
Your beauty is like a blade
Killing everything inside of me with no shame
In the end, I am the only one to blame
For-giving in to your ominous game
(Your mind games)
The end is the beginning of affection
Our lives intertwined without rhyme
The terminal illness of humanity is insanity, in-humanity
Driven to destruction by man-made instructions, with no logical deduction, seduction
The real is rational, the rational is real for just a moment
Inspiration with no inclination is blind divination
Assimilation, intimidation, introspection, mutilation
The sacred initiation has began in exaltation, and humiliation
Transfiguration of a human being into an omniscient
Omnipresent, omnipotent absolute, artificial Intelligence
God
Possessed by the melodies, and harmonies of the Most High in the Sky
It's too late
We could never be just hate
Our beautiful embrace
Destined to be erased
Destined to be
It's too late
We could never be just hate
Our beautiful embrace
Destined to be erased
Destined to be
It's too late
We could never be just hate
Our beautiful embrace
Destined to be erased
Destined to be
It's too late
We could never be just hate
Our beautiful embrace
Destined to be erased
Destined to be

Written by:
Guillermo Guevara

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