Fear
I'm not afraid.
I think I've found your weakness;
If not for fear,
Would you still be here?
You could have saved,
With little more than faith,
All your damned children
if you'd show your face,
But we play this game.
They could all be eating at the table of god,
Isn't that why your son choked on his own blood?
You're a disgrace.
There's no saving grace.
You toil with our minds,
While we crawl this race.
You brought us hate,
And then told us have faith.
Sit and slice our wrists,
while we patiently wait.
Now we play this game.
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