forgive me, my......

i deal with god...days, in time
i move my words
carefully
around its watchful eye
translation and catalog, will bring fear
of a pain
that punishes me
a punishment from inside
breaching the only true place to hide
me....
a powerlessness to this
surrounding tree
taller than eyes wish to see
soaking in dirt feels home
away from it, this, one, of all
this shining darkness veiled and false
setting into tomorrows love
that never comes

give us this place
so lifeless and same
drown us in ignorance
and burn your name
across
a cross
which marks our own graves

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