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With Him, I've spent my whole life
My bones know the meaning of suffering What's certain is no end to this strife as long as He dwells within For decades, everlasting, I knew not what to do, but be the puppet He enjoyed watching me be while, within me, He thrived and grew savoring knowing that I'd never be free They say that knowledge is power and, in my world, I've proved it true No longer, I've resolved, will I cower 'Tis abundantly clear, what I must do My nourishment is what He needs to deny me a life that means something Upon my food and water, He feeds Deny Him that, and He equates to nothing Starve Him, I shall, smiling in the face of pain watching Him get bent out of shape Twist and turn, He will, only in vain My wrath, today, He will not escape |
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Wow.
I'm in awe at how you express yourself so well in this form. Very powerful message. |
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![]() I've always liked writing poems ... sometimes, the thoughts come together to form something coherent. |
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