Haven’t I strayed, hurt and betrayed?
Has not curiosity and the exciting risk there of
Driven me to my favourite car wrecks?
Again and again and again…
I do that which I despise
And don’t understand
Your truth comes in the door
Ready for a long stay
Yet I evict it so quickly
That it gets no chance to decorate.
This is what happens when
I let my blood flow through
These corridors I call arteries,
Instead of letting the blood you spilled
Run through my heart
And with joy so loud it crumbles the walls
Of wicked strongholds so fortified
I had begun to grow around them.
– Vagabond Prophet
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