Priests and monks fighting amongst themselves,
In a sacred place...
To determine which ones are deserving of more space,
With a worshipping done to do of a savior?
...
Here it comes, again.
That same denial I make attempts to forget.
The same one about my missing someone loved.
Someone I am trying my best not to admit.
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And with a faith felt deeply,
Within me like nothing else...
I pray.
Everyday.
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If I had one eye.
One ear.
One hand attached to an arm.
With a foot to hop on a protruding leg.
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Walking across blazing hot coals,
Has to be easier to do...
Than to tell a mob of people the truth,
About anything.
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I don't allow myself or my time to be played with.
What would be the point to lay back and waste it?
Or complain about others,
Taking their lives too seriously?
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Has it been that long,
Since I shared that space.
That place I kept sacred,
After gluing back the pieces...
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I get a feeling when I close my eyes,
I can climb to heights.
And nothing then envisioned,
Has a border to minimize.
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You've got to fight,
For that right to live the life you like.
Since nothing is a given.
Or proven to be owed.
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