Broken in the promise that you made
you gave your word
now burnt to ashes
In the temple of your verity
reinvented
despised is the truth that seeks
a place called home
Faithful
suddenly aware
as whispers of tomorrow
echoes off the floor
crying faithful
shall you find hope in the faithful
Reprised by the images that wake
in your demise
it seems so fatuous
Innocence and pride takes their birth
crutched in arms
accused of being a torn which
pricks the senseless
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