Addicted to Sacrifice

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If I could just burn another
bit from the tip
I know I’d make it through.


It’s not a willing exchange,
the spiral,
advantage given, advantage given
we’re desperate
blind, gathering our things
but this funhouse is sealed
and we’re lost for good.

Original Sin

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Dreaming of the day

The current takes me away.

Freedom on the littered floor

Of the stream bed.

 

I grovel into the night,

Pleading that I’ll forget god,

But in the morning I’ll be confronted

With the same dull reality.

It’s just the way it is.

It’s just the way it has been