Tuesday, August 12, 2014


Who relish your false beliefs
Hiding behind the crucifix
Disguised in the compassion towards human kind, 

Who look at others
With starving eyes
And push them away 
When they draw near

Who linger on frustration,
Remaining static, 
No ambition, no movement
Know you're cursed, 
Know you're doomed

You will never find such passion,
Never exert the power 
You so strongly hold on to
In cowardness and weakness 
You shall drown

So small, 
so diminute
Until you mean
Close to nothing 
Until you are just a grain, 
A speckle, an insignificant fragment 
of the profound love you once retained

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