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The madness

The meaninglessness

The emptiness

Preborn, 17, 79

It doesn't matter…

You were close to my heart

All along

And now You're gone

Escaping quickly into the night

I wonder, did You ever belong?

I search for You and see so many patterns-

Patterns in Your body-

That look like suffering:

Webs of decay, fires of disease,

Fragrances of death,

And I wonder where You are

Your body is cold

And still

…

I look for You in patterns:

By morning and by night

How will this end?

How does it end?

Where is Your righteousness and glory?

The dangers of loving a love story:

I open my mouth

And let you speak…