Worship

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Binded by a shake,

We cease to exist,

In a lump of ash,

We never last.

What was once gold,

Becomes a prison,

A prison of poison,

And a prison of words.

United they fall,

Isolated they stand.

Just a whistle,

They tune in a play.

Hands gripped,

And faces clenched,

Type like God did with us,

And like the devil is hot.

Appraise the invisible,

Hate at the sins.

Hands bruised,

And faces red.

They hold in breaths,

We appear to be dead.

United they stand,

Isolated we fall,

But chaos reigns,

And we stand tall,

But then we fall.

Sudden snapping,

Do we abide?

Such promises,

Holding up a pinkie,

Walking a bridge soon to fall.

We give a crown,

A crown of broken hearts,

And a chain of pure gold,

With such poison,

To steal they'd fall,

To one only man,

Someone invisible
and supposedly tall.

And to break they'd listen,

But to speak they'd cover.

To throw they'd fall,

And to cower they'd laugh.

Laugh like a contagious laugh,

And like we are mad.

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