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Lay my feet on the ground

Put on binding cloth

Casually move cuz

I'm a sloth

And I'm quiet

Headed out the door

All you see is is the back of me

God's water to pour



To the rain, I seem perfect

I can only see my feet

And the clouds

This is how it feels to cheat

I saw the bottom of a rain drop

Fueled with ambition

I don't know where I'm crawling

Maybe to God's institution



Ignorant, I'm so ignorant

Even though I see

I saw it, I promise you

But it wasn't meant to be

Excuses as per usual

Excuses to stay unclean

Constant persuit of a mess

Cuz I know not what I've seen



Take Him for granted

Laugh cuz everyone else will

A bloody wound of rememberance

What a painful hole to fill

Cuz I cut myself to know

Cut myself to see Him

Cut myself cuz I'm not like that

I've made my world so dim



Passionate and easy

Perplex, not condesending.

I am it,  but nothing at all

And everything is ending

Tired from the relentless search

of a smile from the least common denominator

Repetitive wastefulnss

The truth: a beautiful contaminator.