god will ask of you always
an endless pledge of mourning
dream only of veiled bodies
not much left to separate oneself
you’re alone when they need you
not that you would be enough to save
all your frail comforts bleed
from the throats of sacrificial lambs
remove all flesh that thirsts for sun
bent limbs will acclimate themselves
to the slow twisting of steel
predetermined in captivity
i no longer free myself willingly
i am owed to those possessive enough
therein lies the absence of healing
only the artifice of its intent
if we were given the means to rest
would we even know how anymore?
we are worth more in sickness
sublimated and begging for an end
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