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[reneeziedaisy]

If I've had grace,
it was not mine.
Of patience,
It was a gift of God

Those who've been touched
have been affected,
I owe all credit to the Knig of the earth.

As for the pain I've inflicted,
I afford to myself
The blame and accusation.
I recalled being hurt,
Then accost it to myself.
I've none left to give
But that which I've gained.

I've nothing
Save that which is to be repulsed.

I contain memories of a life lived
By the heart of a coward.
Having nothing to show
But a broken vessel,
Which has in rain been placed
In some odd attempt at salvation.