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the need to break



my heart lies;
a monument of deception.
I have felt the pull
of their whispering,
the mixture of voices
screaming my flesh
to arise and the spirit
grows silent in the midst
who shall win
who shall takeover
I have groan to find out
but my soul cannot
move their feet
towards the victory
my heart must be broken
and the Hand must
break it and flow
out the confessions
and cries
I long to press toward
the breaking
the cutting through
the thickness of mire
these words as knives
dissecting me
knowing me
for i cannot know
the depth
I cannot see upon the moment
of all that has turned shadowy
i have only to wait
while through
to be where the deliverance will greet me

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