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Precipice
Who do I sing to when words fall on deaf ears?
I hear a stampede in the distance, calling my name
Do I not remember crimes foregone?
I am nauseated by clueless guilt and shame
When will it come time for me to stop running?
I need not the precipice to heed my escape
How have I not yet learned to be cunning?
I half expect a miracle to take shape
Who will aid me? Those I’ve pushed away?
I choke on parasites that put thoughts in my mind
How will I walk myself back from the edge?
I fall into failure and I fall behind
Where will I go now?
I’ve let the devil take his turn
Why am I forced to go and take my bow?
I bend towards and audience starting to burn
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S. Grace
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