I wander through a sacred place.
Where people learned fantastic things.
I was prepared to learn the truth.
Yet here I am all by myself.
Trespassing through their holy ground.
I could feel the martyr's embrace.
But not a single voice does ring.
I was trouble back in my youth,
But I came here to find oneself.
And to learn ideals so renowned.
With my sins, I'm now God's disgrace.
Yet I'm still controlled by his strings.
The way I act is so uncouth,
No wonder I'm all by myself.
Left with this despair so profound.
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Crank
PoetryA collection of poems from me. Squeezing out the last of my creativity until I have nothing left.
