Broken Hymns

If I had of known
I would have seen your face
Though it’s not today
Now I’m alone

Building my holy shrine
Where I’ll seek grace
We fight the fight
Against our mortality

All I see becomes a part of me
Everything that is new
Is a lie
That same damn sun

Everything I see
Becomes a part of me
And it will always be

Stoic Poetry


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