Accuser

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Isolation breeds

Searching endlessly, sieving absolutes
Grains of salt slipping away
Is there merit to emboldened lies?
Are the dead the reason you live today?

I live to honor the reason inherent
I sweat the tears of the voiceless saint
Perhaps your faith has killed the hopeful
Perhaps their bodies couldn't wait

Disease the world, leave your scar
Destroy the sense that might have emerged
The box-spring under your embedded certainties
Goes up in flames, tongues scorching the herd

Fear of the unknown, a baseless doom
To learn is why I question your path
I'll poke and prod your every decision
I'll usher discussion by suffering your wrath

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[ganja god]

"I sweat the tears of the voiceless saint"- That line was pretty sick if I do say so myself.