A hollowed heart I bring in hand
my own accord, ne'er your demand.
But still I'm sat on knees long bruised
Forgive me lord my soul misused
But what's a god to chambered hearts
With veins long scarred walls torn apart
Dear lord I'm scared l'd rather die
Than kneel once more before my pride
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Offline) - Published: April 5th, 2025 12:16
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Very nicely done. Pride is a great subject to address and my favorite line is the last. Most wonderfully done.
What a wonderful write, enjoyed the read
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