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Can one separate themselves from the body of the bride,
and still have a place reserved beneath the canopy of light?
For are we not still loved when we have gone astray,
and does not to question all things mean also to question
everything we're taught to obey?
Quick to the plunder and swift to the spoil,
instead of faith I trust in tears and in toil,
these outspread arms won't cover width or the breadth,
overflow these channels and rise to my neck.
My actions are endless, so are the mistakes,
and within the branches dawn and doom await,
God forgive me I know not what I do,
Oh! How I, oh! How I! I wish this were true!
Be silent before your maker...
but God, I long to scream I long to shout.
Be silent before your maker...
but God, sometimes in silence is where I find doubt.
If one is drawn to that which is not uniform,
what then is the cost of unlearning a practice that is empire born?
For when this machine starts waning and modulations don't enthrall,
our arms will no longer support its falling and failing feared facade.
I denounced doubt in the folly of youth,
but with age found out it's the doorway to truth,
'tween mattress and bed frame in unrest at twilight
I'll denounce the darkness, humbled in the light.
But this tongue is lies! My throat's an open grave,
a passage to dead things that should be enslaved.
So cut off these roots to prohibit my growth,
I'll sever the saplings and amputate oaths.
Be jubilant before your maker...
but God, I'm so tired, I'm so weak.
Be jubilant before your maker...
but God, do I not deserve to speak?
It's old, it's old, it's dying and it goes on and on and on.
It's old, it's old, it's dying and it drones on and on and on.
I waste away! I waste away! The treacherous betray!
Father how I fail you like a promise unfulfilled,
and yet within in your presence I still conjure up the will,
to demand of you an answer why your love does not resign,
and you look at me with sincerity, saying: "Child, you are mine."
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