The Awakening
the truth lies within me
and yet I know not why
I fidget and I fumble
fall to My knees and cry
skeletons clamor and stumble
over My demise
wicked vexed undaunted
last roll of the die
ire tears sear through Me
lips curse a weighted sigh
stripped illusions rape
My dreamless, ebony sky
on shattered bent knee
I succumb to Him on High
fragile diamond, jealous rose
on bruised thorns I lie
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