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I play god to the atheists in my head,
my proclamations of who is worthy and who is not falling on deaf ears that belong to the mistresses and masters of my soul gorging themselves on the banquet of my body; I am the serf that crawls on hands and knees picking up the gristle they spit out, though I could be high priestess or physician to save and heal the dying and the broken - which is part and all of me - instead I find the fist in which my heart is clenched, the fingers that bore into my brain, the heel beneath which my spirit writhes, are all my own... Not just god, I play also judge and jury to the murderer that I am, and the eternal jailer of the prisoner that is me. |
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nice
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let her go!
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Thank you (((Mirror
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