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the view from up on the cross
I look inward and found mere hollow space
seems I've run my course and lost the race.
looking back and thinking of long lost days
when games were the things we all played
now we dig deep at one another
like madmen loose in a hospital
we rip out one another's hearts
tears in our eyes, unable to speak
in the end I could fight no more
all the fibres in me you've torn
you've nailed me to the cross
you've crowned me King of Loss
I could call on father above,
but what's the use?
tell me, dear
what's the use?
this pandemic's taken its toll and things are just how they're supposed to be, I guess.
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