This morning I awoke again
Confronted by a voice which never sings
Which never has absolved one wreckless turn
Nor wiped a tear which leaked
Which always flogs intentions
With a soiling decay- once touched producing
Plague and blight adorning infant roots
Which always reassures my own starvation
Hungry for another's tears to lick
To help extinguish my own flaming heart
Burning with a passionate revolt
Screaming with a harrowing voracity
Met by echoes thro' the ebbing caves
Burrowed by the demons of remorse
That now infect the deepness of my soul
Yet still another echo screams the louder
The dirge hummed by the voice which never sings
WHich never has absolved one faint mistake
Yet still reminds me of the epic fluke
Whence god allowed a boy to writhe in fear
A fear so great twas given its own voice
Which called across the valleys of his soul
Rebuking his life right to freely breathe
Beneath the fetters of his broken pride
His soul, However sick, Shall never die

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