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A free bridge
collapsing
and the day bleeds
no stains....
ever escaping rugs,
can't blame a witch
of the day gusty
it's hurting.
spiraling pain
no guard heals
no sight of churches...
when the curtains
are a blind ridge,
faith is leaving,
its a leafy
sworn side focus....
red born lonely
here we left
old times
less than sobriety..
heavy of heft,
I still have Jesus
just not as wished,
is easy as pieces.
a strong contradiction,
Even all the Christians
have given up on me,
And I can't blame them,
Was I born a demon?
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