Littered on the causeways of my nefarious train
Are the many broken ideas of my broken brain
Buried under the soft haze and refuse of a broken soul
Maybe I haven't said broken enough yet? Increase the poll
Yet I enjoy in an odd way the confusion and the strife
The chance of meeting the tiger with the knife
I enjoy the darkness and the illusion and the light
But my loyalty is given to one, the just one, who gives me sight
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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