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John 8:54

I mean nothing.

Words mean things

But borne by my voice,

They are no more than void.

I hang by a spring steel string;

Alas if there was a ground!

Where are the so promised wings?

Darkness under the sunlight is the bound.

I despise, deceive innocents.

Bars of acid hold my purity.

In the shame of guilt I share

My inexistent respect for what I dare.

I have reached. There is nothing. No one.