You said go deep
And I ran long
Isolating myself to catch something that would never come
Never had love betrayed me, leaving me lonesome
In a place I've never known
God's virulence , stripping me to bone
The world now seems contrary
To the nuances of the ordinary
Everything's dramatic
And days seem systematic
While the small things stun me most
Leaving me with something to dote
Instead of questioning
Why I'm here
Now's not the time to incite fear
For the status quo is gone
'Tis my time to move on
Omega miasma
Inducing my asthma
So I couldn't run away
From the immense dismay
That won't leave me be
Smothered to death by my naivety
Leaving an unfamiliar person in all that rot
Love, abandonment, and life forgot
Who is this person anew?
In which from a divine thorn, grew?
Lo and behold, it is I.
The decrepit living that died.
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