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I have drank all their poisons
and my blood is soiled and silent.

I sit here as they erase the twilight

And I know…..that there is no paradise.

That paradise was lost when it was created in the mind.

A cry in the dark.

I know now that peace does not exist,
that this word formed itself on the lips of a solider.

And that love can only be felt in the
stitching together of a broken heart.

Know that I find no comfort on Your Bench,
only a minor relief in the Cross of Your arms…..
as I shed silent tears into your burning heart.

You nailed me down
so that no one else will.
Taught me to love myself
only when You do.
And that when you felt the pain,
You made sure I'd feel it too.