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I've always found your epic tales of great essence and good taste Surely, you can disregard my prayers, and have no one question my faith While your Prophets ascend and descend Like waiters serving humanity its placebo dose of salvation Water into wine, moon splitting into two, cheap magic tricks inside Nothing is revealed as deep rooted anxieties remain I've always found your humanlike contradictions ever so humbling But why must I pray five times a day, shake my head against some wall Or have your son die for my sins? Mere motions by hearts with pseudo devotion Insomnia has a name, too Little truths reflected at the bottom of teacups Gathered in caffeine particles Stroked by last night Glimpse of glistening white teeth Particular to those who drink coffee with a straw! My God, Allah, Jehovah, (or in any other order) You, witnessing my struggle Caffeinated and rushed As I slump to slumber Face brushing the cushions My prayers are lacking, I complain O father, I can't go on, no longer! Spare me the afterlife tragedies And your abusive anger For insomnia has a name An eternal sleep, tales of woes A distress call inviting you, my unwanted anxiety
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
The Face of Insomnia
I've always found your epic tales of great essence and good taste Surely, you can disregard my prayers, and have no one question my faith While your Prophets ascend and descend Like waiters serving humanity its placebo dose of salvation Water into wine, moon splitting into two, cheap magic tricks inside Nothing is revealed as deep rooted anxieties remain I've always found your humanlike contradictions ever so humbling But why must I pray five times a day, shake my head against some wall Or have your son die for my sins? Mere motions by hearts with pseudo devotion Insomnia has a name, too Little truths reflected at the bottom of teacups Gathered in caffeine particles Stroked by last night Glimpse of glistening white teeth Particular to those who drink coffee with a straw! My God, Allah, Jehovah, (or in any other order) You, witnessing my struggle Caffeinated and rushed As I slump to slumber Face brushing the cushions My prayers are lacking, I complain O father, I can't go on, no longer! Spare me the afterlife tragedies And your abusive anger For insomnia has a name An eternal sleep, tales of woes A distress call inviting you, my unwanted anxiety
#anxiety#insomnia#caffeine
YuriMarkovic
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YuriMarkovic
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
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