The bastard son
Running away from his origins
His words fell on deaf ears
But his actions never went unseen

My God, what have you done?
Renounce your deeds of flesh and blood
Throughout this life's trek of detest
Any glimmer of hope bereft

Squint and sneer
Peering through this fucking haze
I call my life

My God, where have you gone?
I've revealed your great facade

Cold Embrace, give way
To the warmth of day
Certainty
Lost with age
Everything appears to have changed

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