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A shudder in my chest, Violence in my hands, Clouds past my eyes, A pain in my brain. A Temple ruined, Once for sacred worship, Now only for memberance, And maybe a lost follower. "God, I know what you did." Kneeling, he keeps praying, "I know you're not perfect, But you're perfect for me." Hopeless turned hopeful, A light turned black, then back, A God losing faith. A worshiper who didn't.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
Desecrated Worship.
A shudder in my chest, Violence in my hands, Clouds past my eyes, A pain in my brain. A Temple ruined, Once for sacred worship, Now only for memberance, And maybe a lost follower. "God, I know what you did." Kneeling, he keeps praying, "I know you're not perfect, But you're perfect for me." Hopeless turned hopeful, A light turned black, then back, A God losing faith. A worshiper who didn't.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
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