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Oh Lord, take my gaze away.

My blood drips to close to me.

Smearing this perfect decree

Written for you as I pray.



Too young am I to wonder.

A wandering neophyte

Surrounded by the day's night;

Leaving failures fate asunder.



I have lost faith's daily chimes.

Lost sight in self-sorrow's design.

Ashamed by memory’s gentle crimes.

Confined to these word's oddly rhyme.