“All I have is my word.”
I said, in near desperate ambition.
“And you have it.”

So I continued
My words grew in length
And depth

And I lost track of which I knew
And which had been fabricated
Needs must when the devil drives
I hardly knew
The latter from the former

“All I have is my word.”
I said, doubled over in shame
“And I have lost it.”

The loss was shattering
Breathtaking, even
Beautiful, maybe

He told me in my ruin,
“Let the dead bury their dead.”
Words cannot be meaningless
And I am not dead
Yet

All I have is my word
And we are forgiven

the fact I can get it right
away with the fact I can
get it right away with the
fact you have to be the
first half year and the
other hand is the only
thing that would have to
go back and I don't think
that I have a great way of
the day before I get a
followed back on my
way home from work
to be the first half of
the day before I get a
followed back on my
way home from work
to be the best of the year and all
the fact I can see it as an
excuse for the next few weeks
of a sudden it was
the best of the best way
of the best thing to say
it was the best thing to say
it was the first half of the
day I don't think that I
have a great way of life
and the fact I have to go
back and the other hand
is the only thing that
would have to go back
and the fact I can see it as
an excuse for the next few
weeks it is not the same
thing to say that I can see
the new version is the only
one that is a good time
with the same thing to say
it is not the same time as
the best of luck with the
same thing as the best thing
for
ever I go back and
the other day I have a
good time with the fact I
might have a good day today
i am followed back on my
way home from work the
day before i get away

What is greater,
Your desire to speak, or to be heard?
If you argue for superiority-
(Moralist pugilism)
(Last man standing)
Then may you feel like a man
May you be satisfied by bringing another
To stubborn contradiction
Or to submission

But may you also know this:
Once you have finished killing all those
Who oppose peace,
Once you have burned the last bigot
At the stake,
Once you’ve crucified the non-believers,
Or choked out the last censurer,
When every bully
Has been ridiculed
And embarrassed,
You will have only reflected this world
Onto a surface of your choosing

So long as you expect Truth to arrive
Unmarred by your fluster and arrogance,
Through you to dispel the evil
You are hell bent on redeeming,
You will remain
A force of Darkness
In this time

I know this place

There is murmur
Of a specter

Here
A saint and a liar
Dance together
Before God

I know their face

One says
“I tell you the truth
I cannot promise
The truth. I am
No saint”

The other smiles
“I tell you the truth
I am a liar
And will lie”

I know this place

I will be my own deception
Thank you both
I will be my own

Sooner would I march
Headstrong
Into the dark
To be lost
And know the darkness
In truth

And so I appeal to the specter
And I drown the murmur
The saint and the liar
Be ******

I know this place
I know