The Purge
in the cataract of anxiety
The rock gets worn away
The misty water hides his deity
Noise drowns my voice when I pray
The love of the world, Lord, take it away
The love of self first, then fear
I cannot stand in water, I am clay
Fire me, till no dross is there.
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