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Sick of It (Part 2 of Bow)
Sick of kneeling
Sick of believing
Tired of pretending
Tired of singing those pointless songs
Does he even hear?
Probably not.
So many others to watch
Why choose one?
It's all a lie
Nobody knows until death grips their pathetic heart,
Strangles it past repair,
Burns it black
So this 'savior'
Can take the putrid remains,
The Devil's garbage.
'It will make a difference'
They all say.
I'm not holding my breath.

By Anonomous

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