Nate Carter Biography

Rising, falling, loving and hating,
Living, dying, giving and taking.
What tomorrow brings, we cannot know,
By faith we must walk, by wounds we must grow.
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Horses tethered to each taut appendage,
The time draws near for my final hemorrhage.
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At the crossroads do I stand,
Head in heart and heart in hand.
More than I have, do they demand.
I'm broken.
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This cloak I wear, by day and by night,
Though warm it not, nor its burden light.

It hangs on my bones, as a drunk female sailor,
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Ripping and pulling, this way and that,
Scratching and tearing, what’s got into that cat?

Never have I seen a small feline so queer,
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