Lord help me break the complacency of hell
That I yet unconsciously; so blindly keep following
By its sheer numbers of followers make it difficult to tell
In that comfort do I but relentlessly keep furthering
Lord help me release myself from the jaws of hell
Made to look healthy by societal norms and tradition
Help me to rise above such and solitary but well
So become for your true sake of such composition
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