straying

November 15, 2021

i feel like a planet at its aphelion

drifting farther away from the Son

unlike me, it'll always veer back

unlike it, my future's undone

i feel like a runaway slave

as i attempt to escape from my Lord

evading the lashes of punishment

and the licks of the merciless cord

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