Do you have the patience to walk away from life
Aye?
The patience to die?
To fill the ground like roots slowly do
Do you grow down at the thought
No patience to let go, full of pseudo definitions about life
The pride in your bones keeping you together
Prophets walk away from your angry chanting
Philosophy on life barely more than a popular slogan
Why don't you drop your cancer for a moment to farewell a world of wonder
Take the axe and level that ugly pride of yours
have the patience to die and a faith to thank life
As the prophets walk away
No not men of the cloth or power, real prophets
Who knew your life and offered your heart a haven
A true peace of mind in storms of conscience and guilt
men and women who offered you solace as you pretended to be invincible
The first you spat on after you had healed
Blistering pride only makes you less when you've
Patience to go, to die a death
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