Lost

I scream when I sense
the innocence of thee,
bloodcurling twists of faith
Karma gone from me.
How can I continue
these ounces of serenity,
tumbleweeds in my heart,
passing off as divinity?
One must know the truth
which shall bring sobriety,
and it shall release you
from your inner slavery.
When you look inside,
do you feel love for thee?
Or are you consumed
in the hatred which I see?

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