What troubles me, Lord, about this path
Is the madness of the very earth
That cannot be cleansed with a simple bath
Whose presence dampens even honest mirth
I cannot see, Lord, beyond the mist
Of my eyes that I have clouded in vanity
My ship always bucks with a list
As I sail away from my insanity
Lord, let me see, I beg of thee
That within your merciful heart the blood
May flow out healing as a sea
And make noble this base creature of mud
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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