by Benjamin Stone

Saint John, oh won’t you guide me
Through the Blackening of my soul?
I can’t seem to find my way
Or submit full control.
I trust the Mother, brother,
But I can’t shake the illusion
That something dire awaits me next
It’s left me in confusion.

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