Sinister Saint Poet Rhyme

God your relentless

God your relentless 

That struck a note
Hit me in my bones
Made my blood run cold
It hit like a fatal blow

I didn't like this feeling
am i being a clinger
Like a wet piece of hair 
Stuck on your finger 

Sour note 
in my throat 
Like a i should be a float
In the river of shame 

Do not like that phrase 
On this case
It wasn't intended with care
It was for dullard

I am going to walk away 
And that is where I will stay 
Out of your hair
In my rightful place

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Ghairo Daniels March 6, 2026 at 4:01 PM Interesting articulation of awareness, Sinister. A note striking in bones is powerful opening metaphor. Using hair as a anchor is a good choice. Blessings for your onward journey. X.