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Mark Of Cain










Mark Of Cain


These aren't comparable/
All of it's bull-/
Shit I'm not in the school/
Of fish you offered to mull/
Over/
Because your closure/
Was stolen/
Because your own dishonesty fueled/
A hypocrisy cooled/
Over losses and cruel/
Introductions to a toxin that you'll/
March in with proof/
That lights the darkness in full/
Corners/
Of your mind that you molded/
Into a fortress/
To protect the object of youth/
That you callously/
Tried to grab from me/
While it was happening/
I thought nothing of abnormality/
How could these/
Bonds be shattered weak/
By a fragile freak/
That trampled me/
Powerfully/
Rescued by a rabid sea/
That brought out the man in me/
This bastard weeps/
On deaf ears/
Because I'm dead clear/
On what has to be/
Done, are you understanding me/
As I ravage these/
Secret plans I keep/
To slash the seams/
Of your miniature world like an assassin dreams/
But a pastor's creed/
Would save me as I bleed/
Walk in hand with me/
Through the past and see/
The valley's streams/
From the canyon's peak/
I captured these/
Moments of majesty/
So I could dash and drink/
Christ's Grace from the fountain's spring/
And He would handle these/
Maddening streaks/
Of blinding rage/
In a timely way/
So that I could change/
And view this from the top of a mountain, free/
From the self doubt/
And debt clouds/
Hanging over me/
Encroaching blinks/
Of frozen heat/
Flashes/
That had me/
Held down/
Thinking I was hell bound/
A meltdown/
Couldn't spread mouths/
Wider/
To siphon/
Out the next round/
Of tired/
Nonsense finding/
Me in a wet shroud/
Of tears and sweat, clammed/
On my skin, left out/
In the constant fire/
Of a monster fighting/
Me when I bench bounds/
With a clenched brow/
Because we are not the same/
You brought me pain/
At an alarming rate/
Mocking fate/
By stomping straight/
Through a sawed off gate/
Youd halt me strange/
In a blocking gaze/
I tried to crawl away/
But the marching ca-/
Dence was on me day/
After day, I was distraught, became/
A zombie faced/
With the haunting chase/
In my heart, calm astray/
Gone and paced/
In a monstrous place/
Thoughts would race/
At the heart betrayed/
But God would save/
And unpause charades/
I kept up to disregard the shame/
Of what I longed to change/
I didn't want to brave/
Life with the Mark of Cain/
Emblazoned on me, stark, the bane/
Of my existence/
And with this/
I'm clipping/
The simple/
Reasons I'm drifting/
Between living/
And slipping/
From incontinence/
And consequence/
Dropping this/
And walking in/
To the rippling/
Beyond, mixing/

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