A new beginning
A fresh clean path
Yet slightly curved
And striving to come back
The one you thought
You were is gone
A loss of faith
All bridges burned
A strong commitment to return
And find the place
Where it all began to burn
A failure, a disgrace
You'll get yourself erased
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A failure, a disgrace
An old replacement
Will not do
Only fresh young meat
Will satisfy you
The purist in you
Tells you to stay clean
Your conscience now removed
With haste
The stench of death
Reveals the taste
So precisely portrayed
Within frames then replaced
The stench of death
Reveals the taste
An empty shell
Is all that remains
Slow death