If my prayers are answered, why's this darkness still coursing through me? If my hope is shattered, where else would I turn, it's a hell of a story. Like a pest to a porch light, I wait on the steps of the house of the holy. When my state of mind shifts, I feel my gut reject the understanding. Could be the spitting image of who you pray to up above, through trial and tribulation. Could be the one true thing you love, your guiding light, your blood-spill. Your world dissolved, in the name of. In times that were simpler, could've seen the light, but I turned a blind eye. Confirmed as a traitor, burn me at the stake, and feed under the moonlight. I'll dry my eyes, I've spit these lies straight through my teeth. In nights I sweat and stir, I'll sleep with one eye open.
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