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The UrgeThe urge to do a thousand things,
though none of them should help.
The drive to sprint and climb tall hills,
I lay here in the dust.
Ha, "If only," I mutter while
I do speak strictly of lust.
Though it's past
and far too late.
My spirit cries
and heart laments
the past I tried to leave.
My body weak and soul gives way
to things best left undisturbed.
I cry I do,
for things which pass unseen.
The silent death does make me weep,
at least inside I mean.
Degradation and curses
are the only suitable words.
That Hell would consume me
and turn me to rubble,
my thought turn against.
A thousand thoughts consume my mind,
a stage I'm not allowed to walk.
For I know that's all it is,
I wish for the real,
I wish for the loving embrace of my Lord.
All ideals fly away in awe
of this one love.
The one who's asked me to stay.
I sit upon his pillow gleeful in his company,
yet I draw myself away.
Away from the comfort and security of my Lord.
I seek the
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