“What happens when we pray?”
We all say,
“Are we the messenger or the message?”
We convey while coming out of our own wreckage.
A well organist group says night and day.
“Mimic my reflection.”
The sect conveys as they try to reach for perfection.
And as we feel our soul screaming,
We say to ourselves “we are dreaming.”
Why do we let ourselves down?
Why do we enjoy our drown?
Is ignorance our chosen misery?
Is this why we dismissed history?
Or why we refuse victory?
If so, let us enjoy our self-inflicted injury.
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