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I hang from thread 

when my death is fed

I do not cast a shadow

For my heart is dark and shallow

I kneel with my palms together

And cry what I've wanted forever

He replies not

Or perhaps my name he forgot

He knows my heart's salacity

Yet I waste still my breath in essence of propensity

One last cry 'for my hope come to naught   

Please cut the thread my faithful God