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I'm ironically being held captive by the feelings I've caged inside

And now I can't tell if it's God or The Devil that's keeping me alive

I'm not my own

Reduced to a slave of my malaise

Just let me go

I never fucking mattered anyway

When all we've created will rust, and rot, then be vaporized by the sun

So I'll put God on hold, and I'll just make him wait for me this time

And I'm holding my breath as I'm expecting a call from The Devil just to decline

I don't see the point in any of this.

How can I find my peace when I can't find a purpose?

Should I remove myself from here?

An act of desperation just to prove a point

Do you believe me now?

With damaged faith and shaken hope, I'm not sure why I'm even fighting anymore