Who Am I
Two safe zones. Crosses on every corner
Birds of flight hovering conspicuously
My lips are yours but my heart is mine.
I am nothing but a fragile brown cross
Overshadowed by seven pieces of thick white metal
I look inward at my tabernacle
Seven sacrificed sheep lay with open eyes
The bland stare pricks my conscience
I weep not tears but blue blood
What have I done? I sold my essence for this?
Where is my humanity? Where is my sanity?
Wish there was a reset button.
My successes have made me a loser at this game
Please take the fame and give back my name
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