Thursday, January 16, 2003
blasted and broken, my mind burning, in flame/
between clenched teeth, screams of rage, cries of pain/ too many times I was tricked, crippled before every goal/ trying to collect the pieces of the time that you stole/ decieved myself into doing everything with passionate zeal/ only to find in the end, volunteers can't buy their own meals/ working for free, wasting time that was my own/ they call it "pro bono" because it's you getting "boned"/ maybe ministry was supposed to be a penance for my sins/ but "volunteer" on a resume, is a ticket to recycling bins/ retrospective of life, because time now affords it/ dreams reduced to shame, and I see that hope whored it/ open wounds, I thought it'd be the enemy's slash and hack/ but my blood drips only from the dagger in my back/ you called me to follow, to fight for you and I did/ but how could I forget, you took my childhood as a kid?/ my tragedies piled high and I haven't lived yet a quarter/ the lives of men runs short, their happiness: even shorter/ dodging my questions, your presence silent in the fog/ stripped of my dignity, I'm not a man, just a dog/ obedient until the end, a fool who followed/ giving all without question, until empty and hollow/ left me abandoned, as if being alone made me better/ fine, let bitterness run free, and my anger unfettered/ I curse every place, let heaven collapse and crush earth/ let even time unwind to nullify my own birth/ as hell becomes cold and the sun finally sets/ lay my ashes down in darkness, so my memory can forget/ tired of fighting and trying, all is to no avail/ bitterness is in everything, when you taste betrayal/ too weak to hate you, too proud to cry/ you made me, but didn't save me... just let my faith die. |
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in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
the facts.
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