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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2222723
Work is worship
The shadows in my cave
(Worship my own failure)
Trapped within what I crave
(There is no saviour)

Revering to be brave
(Living in my fear)
God isn't here to save
(Until your heart is clear)

As I crawl out to pave
(From quicksands of each tear)
Way from what I deprave
(Desire which I hold dear)

Pawing through blood I gave
(Building pain so severe)
Flesh skinned and scarred to shave
(Echoes I couldn't hear)

Punched my way out this grave
(Battle scars I now adhere)
Pretense of a new rave
(As this world is but; mere)

Forgot how to behave
(Brain cannot engineer)
The comfort I'd cave
(No struggle to revere?)
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