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True Poison


I've lived in a world of shadows,

Questioned God's word,

Been in the barracks,

Not for the good,

But for the broken.

I've been fighting,

The wrong fight.

I couldn't be grateful 

for the ones I love 

In their aquisition.

I have snarled my teeth

And bit my tongue till it bled red.

I never knew I could regret

The bullets of decisions I had.

I know I've been hurt,

But I snapped back and hurt.

I am human.

They are human.

We're all together,

Not one by one.

But I fought 

And I clawed my way

To my own six foot grave.

I knocked on the devil's door.

I cried and cried.

I was breaking deep inside.

And when he sneered and didn't answer,

I turned to God, who'd been my origional prayer,

And realized the mournful deed I'd done.

I said I regretted nothing,

But the kindness they show me,

Makes me regret everything.

And I know that if I could turn back the clock,

I would not, because that final knock,

Gave me the answer I needed.--

I am not perfect,

I am neglected.

I am brandished and hardened

I am tired.

This is this.

Humanity.

And I regret nothing.

I regret everything.

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