I'm much too tired for this.
I am too weak...too weary for carrying this cross...
This burden is my ego, my self and my pride...it crushes me as I try to stay afloat.
Little Lamb, what did I do with the light yoke you offered me in exchange?
Did I really cast it aside for this traveling circus from Hell?
I'm crushed.
Everything is fleeting...falling...
The beaten, torn and blackened heart under my chest is pulling me to sin, getting me to drink this bitterness as everything burns around me.
I'm tired.
So weak.
So weary.
Jesus Christ I need You, not a feeling or a cliche.
But the Lover who takes pack such an unfaithful whore.
A Father who takes back His bastard son.
Such infinite worth and I treat it like a plaything.
Beauty, such beauty that is a horror to feel.
Dread hope.
That I am never alone.
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