Don't speak to me of certainty
Not in the unseen
Not with zealotry
Do not bind me to the stake
For the flame is not yours to light
And the judgement is not yours to make
Do not tell me that what is right for me
Make no demands
Only show the fruits of your tree
The voices you hear are yours alone
For whether I hear silence or sound
It is my choice in how I atone
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
Don't speak to me of certainty
Not in the unseen
Not with zealotry
Do not bind me to the stake
For the flame is not yours to light
And the judgement is not yours to make
Do not tell me that what is right for me
Make no demands
Only show the fruits of your tree
The voices you hear are yours alone
For whether I hear silence or sound
It is my choice in how I atone
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