I'm annoyed for fleshly reasons; undefined and the Enemy is pushing my buttons.
I want to be unfettered by expectation; led into freedom like a captive; led through understanding, ignorant and mute.
I want to praise with grief and find all my comfort in the contrasts and all my stability in my nomadic God.
Reality is in the metaphysical; joy in death; without money, I want to come and buy my identity in the anonymity of the loss of family and the gaining of a name; sonship when I'm a daughter, severing the good for the best.
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