The dull ride has passed
The day's forks dragging across the concrete expanses
That mumbling groan of the metal grinding
But that pain has subsided
Those nightmares have burnt themselves up
I've been brought back even after the weight of doubt applied itself completely
Being pummeled into the earth only gives your eyes the process of decomposition
Liberated from the subtle death that dwells in men who hate their thoughts
Doubt love
but it may still forgive
doubt hate
and it will not live
I see more in the one that moves my feeling
The one who it seems sometimes violently rocks my boat
yet t'is the one who keeps it afloat
justly undoing the storm as if it never were
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