Tread not on the bones of my belief
Flesh of my love needs no pulling
Temple of truth, impending night
Senses alight and brimming

Sit me inside tormented life
Could I survive keep swimming ?
Cut me the cruel protagonist knife
Would selfish heart rise, killing ?

No bitter pill keeps me inside
Yet monstrous pride needs quelling
Find me a shelf to perch on
Learn to reside, impelling

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