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The Believer
Upon his knees
in fractured light
he prayed
with bloodstained tears
among dust ridden floor
Awaiting for an answer
from a deadbeat God
some glimmer of hope
in the dark hour
And there came
only silence
and a distant crows cry
wind blown cobwebs
and none else
Left with the foul taste
still within his mouth
and the pain
running deeper then flesh
Left alone to shame
and his own confessional
where to his lips
the doors are closed
In this house
of misery.
4:35 PM - 12/31/2006 -
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