behind the scenes
thumb pressed upon me,
causing the fight within to stir.
Lost, confused and lonely
the rivers of emotion doth flow.
focusing on the fight though
the question why remaines.
Fight on my child
until you feel no pain.
to what glory doth my pain revere you
to what perchance should I pray
forever lost in lonely confusion
What m'lord have you to gain
goblet runneth over my child,
contents collect while you bleed.
it now sits before me on this alter
to be weighed and measured
of every deed.
causing the fight within to stir.
Lost, confused and lonely
the rivers of emotion doth flow.
focusing on the fight though
the question why remaines.
Fight on my child
until you feel no pain.
to what glory doth my pain revere you
to what perchance should I pray
forever lost in lonely confusion
What m'lord have you to gain
goblet runneth over my child,
contents collect while you bleed.
it now sits before me on this alter
to be weighed and measured
of every deed.
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