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for some reason she still seeks salvation in man,

she feels every ridge and bump of her hollow over again

she's haunted by times that she never once had.

she hides it until she can't.

she wishes that one day some spark of divine

will connect her to idols of what she can't have.

some perfection waning that doesn't exist

something she can't describe, an ideal she doesn't understand

something pure to sink teeth into.

a conquest that poets can only demand.

to get the purest of love that she imagines in her head

oh when will she quit dreaming and see

what she seeks is already around her?

the love that she has from her family and friends

and above all, from God, her one only true friend?

people will tell you they have what it takes

to fill up your hollow, but that fill is fake.

a hollow in a hollow? you'll still be hungry.

if someone has carved themselves into an idol

they're made of fool's gold, and appearances swallow.

i'll tell you the only way you'll get your fill

is to fall on your knees and admit your mistakes

that your ideals are selfish, you're lonely and depraved.

tell jesus you love him and everyone else

and your heart will feel like you could survive living in hell