Devastated again, wandering through
the aftermath of Armageddon
kicking through remnants, examining in
hindsight whether my vision was delusion or divine
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wandering through the days
always confused- seeking moments of inspiration
hoping desperately for another miracle
Ecclesiastic icon- turn my tears to wine
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What Angelic "Purpose"?
no angel perched on my shoulder to coerce me
nor can I blame a demon's whispers for my choices
fault not an angel for non-intervention- my crime
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misbegotten prayers
floating free in a sea of misguided apathy
enlightenment comes from within, not incantations.
I alone can guarantee that I will not be devastated again.
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