Affliction,
Sweet conviction.
Insanity,
Strange anatomy.
You are the wind,
I am the feather.
Yes, you blow me away,
And then I float back,
down to earth.
And it crushes me,
this weight, this gravity,
is pushing down on me.
And I'm drowning in it,
insecurity, weakness.
Blasphemy,
Stringent alchemy.
Passion,
Elegant fashion.
I am the kindling.
You are the fire.
Yes, you burn me up.
I'm failing, flailing.
Miraculous non-existance.
Where are you God?
Where are you Jesus?
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