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Outstretched hands
I stand
as God
as man
the dreamer
the dream
the nightmare
the scream
the believer
the faith
the passion
the hate
I’m standing in the rain
and all I feel
is the pain of raindrops
falling on my face
I taste the drops
they’re drops of blood
my heart and thoughts
have turned to mud
I pray . !
tomorrow’s fate today
I’m neither sinner
nor a saint
neither virtue
nor a stain
and not my blinded eyes
do seek to see the truth in me . ?
nor my muted mouth
to speak the words I feel . ?
My deafened ears refuse to hear
but still I listen to my fears
I gaze upon a face of many guise
that hides answers in the lies
I’m the confession
the sin
the you
I see within my tampered self
v e i l e d
stained
worn
frail
my wretched soul
consumes its flesh
my fragile bones
b u r n . !
I suck on air that can be seen
yet still I breathe
a haze
a fog
a toxic smog
o n t h i s I f e e d
is this poison
the cure . ?
is it by instinct
or by lure
I b r e a t h e . ?
I’m the survivor
the slain
the euphoria
the pain
beyond the chaos
there's no peace
S t i l l . .
I’m asked to believe
in what . ?
I W a s T h e r e . !
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