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Progress

Transgress

Digress

Regress

It was never enough

Pounding my chest

Spilling my guts

Lips loosed on heavens above

Making sound investments in silver tipped tongues

Here's to calling all of my bluffs

my love was lust

my blood was dust

my distrust was simply a subtle injustice of a grudge

Give them the Gospel written in riddles

Sell me scriptures of a cyclical ascent

All the wasteful wagers of saviors and the painful labors of saints

All the straining for fabled favor in the wake of an unshaken faith

Using all the words in the slow burning world we screamed our cheap beliefs

confusing our hurtful search for purpose with a reason to lose sleep

Savages and scavengers with nowhere left to run

With their baggage packed like passengers

Waiting for the Sun.