The Pity of the Pious
The pity of the pious
spreads like a virus
did I ever ask for it
if I did, please recite this
for I don't remember
thinking myself worthy
you bring shame to my name
for it is not me who is hurting
for something to believe in
pretend that you do
my faith is a rock
and it now falls on you
returning your pity
for I feel I know too
how desperate your are for something
to pull yourself through
so I do this one thing
I shall be your victim
I pity the pious
who has too much time to listen
for my stern voice of reason
I'll be your stone
carry my name, wear it proudly
if it gives your heart a home.
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Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
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