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Oct 24, 2009 00:23

A family to whom your Faith endears
A receptacle for my carnal fears
Present themselves wherever I cast my eye
The passing faces on the train call your name
My vacant expression may not belie
The malignant aspect in my tired frame

Secret plans and silenced tongues
Weaving their ways to oblivion
Up a ladder with broken rungs
Cut my hands, and climbing on
Waiting until my days are wasted
Wasting thoughts on all the vapid
Whores of yesterday I heard you've tasted
These slow descents all seemed so rapid

A dismal challenge is presented
To hide the fears so long resented
And bide my time in sick decay
Lest my eyes my mind betray
A plea to silence, to regain
The home I knew and cast aside
The cloistered spectre may remain
In the malignant home that I provide.
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