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Sep 2018
Divine doting from an enamored beast of a man
Careful whispers hints so giving yet he failed to meet demands
Oh consuming, faith he's hewing, raving crowds yet he's so mad
Tempered wisdom, pride to give some, burning guilt that won't go out
Fill the cups of all the need, y then tip yours and feel a drought
Expose white lies, compose these ties, bind them all to fall in line
Devise a prize, grand for all eyes, sell them it for just their lives

Looping, breaking, fallout healing
Dropping bombs to spread your faith
Deepen holes to sink your meaning
Fill them up with dreams so great
Thirsty, Hungry, never full you claim to give and yet you break
Tenderness at every turn but soon you fail to fill your plate
Snapping jaws that give no freedom, dance with powers far too great
Overzealous, minions pining, hold your tongue and yet they kneel
Power growing, so foreboding! The priest will now take your appeal

Confess dark arts, ******, remarks
Take them all and give no clout
Burden wary, truth is scary!
When you leave, your demons shout
Written by
Avestani  27/M/In My Head
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