a god of many names and no name at all hath broken my own back
my bones cripple beneath his watchful eye
and once again I am weak
I am vulnerable for a silver sword adorns my fingertips
all whilst my figure trembles
I am no longer able to hold up this world I have created
this reality that hath trained me that god
shall save me from myself
he shall lift the burdens lain on our shoulders
he shall forgive what should not be forgiven
he shall be there to listen to me at all times
and yet
I have taken these lessons and twisted them
rather than them only applying to god
they became a rule book for those surrounding me
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god : God
Spiritualpointless free-writes about the big man upstairs; the puppet master
