Sharing tongues with toneless faces
I resign to thoughts growing obese
Queen of Kings scooping every drop of sanity
Let's perhaps trade places
As I lavish at the bottom of your grasp
I am but reduced to a puppet of thy mind
Like a clown the plastic smile melts
On the inside
You glory in titles soon to fade from memory
You scream of the cross
Yet all I find is clay
Clay and more clay
The sun sets from the stars
I then sigh knowing
The 31st proverb fashioned my desire
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