Knowledge of God
He knows that I am (not) a Gnostic
He knows that I am (not) Agnostic?
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I sit here, alone
Crying, dying
Listening to the notes
Save me
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In loving arms, am I to sleep
Or am I doomed to cry?
Will your hand lift me up
Or crush me down to die?
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This is it; really the end.
This strange farce is done.
The friendship is over
But is it really?
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On a warm sunny day
North of the States
A confident wonder
Of the arthropod race.
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I love her, I hate her
She's wicked, divine
With and without
At the same time
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I sit here, standing
Grounded, flying.
My words freeze from my lips
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Many times the words put down
The words that I have said.
Many times, they are for her
Forgiven, but not instead.
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It's a new year, a different time
It's a new poem, a different rhyme
The new spin, a different fall
The new hurt, a different call.
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