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Mar 2012
You've got no earthly talents
No hint of substance here
Alone is your method
You've got so much to fear.
Beneath shuffling footsteps
Worlds contort and shear
The cracks appear to show you
Recede and die right there.

Blurry sight, the danger heightens
Tears you apart to see
Just what laughs as you stumble?
These veins of destiny.
The night stalks, and it will find you
Paint a smile for the enemy
Washed clean as you're drowning
There's nothing left to see

Wake up! The cycle's turning
Attracted by sweet sin
All of this, it's all but fleeting
Forever trapped, you'll never win
A weighted hand holds your comfort
This time you'll see within
Who'd have guessed the hate that's in you?
Held just beneath the skin.
Keith Jenkins
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