i die a million deaths
at the hands of a million whores
i'm sold over and over again
across countless shifting shores
i have no scared temple left
where i can rest a sacred note
there is noone to quench my thirst
now or forever more
i shall starve for an eternity
before the mannah shall find me
i shall walk nude amongst you wolves
till night's dark cloak doth clothe me
O man i am your Faith
and thou hasth abandoned me
O man that time is not far off
when i too shall abandon thee.....

wardha jawdat

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