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The mist shrouds the path of a soul looking for absolution.
Blinded and bound by desires that should not be tamed.
A hint of pain and a mouthful of shame,
for a life as complex as the woven fabric of reality.
Cursed by the ecstasy of sin.
Blessed by the truth in these lies.
Eyes shut, heart locked down.
Saved from an eternity bound by the shackles faithfulness.
Giving all yet holding back so much.
Never completely giving in to the temptation.
Never bending to its will.
Not blessed nor cursed.
Writhing in the pain of the beautiful and soulful.
Mindless, Heartless Attraction.