Almighty,
A day if you dare to choose to sit beside me
tell me your glorified biographies were true
that impetus to beckon for a forgotten promise
died with hunger that a labouring mother succumbed to
Just put your hand around me
dismissing prestige of the tricks you claim to pull
And tell me i can go through thin and thick
extradite the faith i so weakly
prayed to you with
And then maybe
you can be my friend...
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