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lord christ could you tattoo my swoon of pride, so guilty the fray stray, so poisoned yet certifiable to ascertain fattened angels from afar, anxiousness creeps up the spine, no priest, no preacher, no soul-mate to refrain the mind, feeling lost in time, the mecca of the past, the itching flea between flesh and spirit, looking for the cure, the escape, the self-gratification that comes from knowing your saved, so tired of the cat -and- mouse game, damaged goods strikes emotions that im not ready to deal with, my encounter with the demonic realms leave a stain on my brow, so give me a alternate ending, a reconnecting, a personal form of essence, so fragile and scarred is the avenue to my heart and soul, perhaps i'll try to love again someday but until then this prodigal son spins solo, seeking intervention from a GOD who understands me in and out of my blinded love illusion, caressing the mangled seductress of time.