I see satan on the transparency!
You come to me in Word on the wall behind
satan attacks my soul!
I still see you in form of mere words!
I expect myself to defend myself like?
I feel helpless by Satan’s reflective technology
I am no longer able to reach you.
Struck down alone
I starve myself sometimes in hopes of hope.
For eating becomes a sin
I quiver in consequence of futility
Maybe
Just maybe I should drift and reach a wall to lean on.
It doesn’t have to belong to the Word
It could be anything.
Dangerously anything.
It would possibly rest my desperate heart.
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