March 7, 2010
If I was to
Give you one
A thing of death, a thing of love
A thing of favor
A thing
of Wanting
You say you
But disbelief is the scorn
Of man
And I am man
And belief my meal
You ask for one
You want for one
But the want that comes
Comes pouring down
Buries you
Drowns you
I pull you
Give you favor
But no
This is how I am repaid
Do you see now,
Do you see
How the wanting comes,
How the wanting comes in...

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