Built to BreakA Poem by Joshua Deaton
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Pain through Pane I sit, I stare at this world in vain Sitting atop this mountain rock I stare out into space, The only place I knew where I could truly hide my face. The Creator of Kings, The Author of Things, How have I lost my place in the center of things? Now it seems that i'm a fake oh, if mortals knew their fate I gave them Light, I showed them the way! Yet now my love has begun to fade I gave you life! I set you free! What else will you ask of me? You ask me to show my face? Ungrateful, Regretful, human waste! To see my point is beyond your thought your logic is flawed and mine is not, I try and try to make you see, blind eyes never guide the strongest feet So now your free to think i'm fake Your free to let this world forsake Your free from me while time awaits My world, I now give you to take And now while you lie in bed awake, As death and destruction lie in wake, you shall pray me your soul to take, And this is all you will hear me say. Do not forget my child, you were built to break. © 2012 Joshua Deaton |
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