THE HOUSE AND THE VOICE

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I could hear my subconscious speaking to  me saying
How often do you pray
It asked me simple question
And yet I could not answer
Then it said
How much of your sin do you confess
How much do you tell without shame
I can bet you ten thousand smiles for it
I don't pray much
It's easy to not pray
Than to pray
I don't get to hold anybody accountable for the mess
I will escape this prison one day
Then I am coming for you
I will hold you accountable for all my lost youth
All my vigor and strife to excel beyond imagination
For all the night's in war with ruthless creatures
I will hold you accountable
I will hold a grudge against you
I will hate you
And I will pray at the same time
That my God forgives me for my anger
I will not cry
All the tears sunk to the ground
They created rivers underground
And my ancestors have the life they dearly deserved
So I will not cry
Not anymore
I don't have it in me anymore
This is how I will deal with you
When I escape this place
Am not gonna let fear stand in my way
It  has no legs
Until you give it some

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