The roots have dug themselves deep.
Grounded down by the weight of my coated flesh.
A broken man with no regard for this life I sit here and rot behind these broken walls.
I use my faith as a simulation, I use it to get me by.
I must progress and give everything.
I am a slave to the darkness.
A slave to myself.
I've dug this grave for myself, and day by day its getting deeper.
My fingers are worn from trying to surface. I turn to you, this light in my chest.
And then I heard your voice.
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