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I find god in the most devious of places, In monks,in religions castrated In a strangled bird that sings I find god without wings In delusional angst, I claim defeat What you have is what I need A parched illusion gives rise to this man's delusion I am what depletes I am the scorn that dares to reap
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Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 6:07 PM UTC
Yearning
I find god in the most devious of places, In monks,in religions castrated In a strangled bird that sings I find god without wings In delusional angst, I claim defeat What you have is what I need A parched illusion gives rise to this man's delusion I am what depletes I am the scorn that dares to reap
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Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 6:07 PM UTC
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