Salvation as seen

Delusions like some kind of desire
I know truth will shake me to the stone

All curled up crying hoping we will be
Kind to a person we never will know

Though the poem is for them even
If I have to grovel for there soul

is it dishonest of me to feel
That I have known what they will show

 

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