Drifting by the heavens unscarred.
Yet unhealed before a bleeding cross.
Thrown into the ash. Crumbling.
I've been crossed.
Like the lies on a clocks face.
I've been fed lies
I can't comprehend.
I've become but a mere seed again.
And I'll prophecy the end.
Now I have yet begun to fight.
There is no fear in my heart.
No cause worthy of my respect.
In the End I'll rot.
I won't fall prey to deception.
Deception is the means
by which they profit.
Deceit of the heart.
Evil within the soul.
The cruelty by which they exploit
will not be part of my life.
©infj-loki
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