Category : Poems

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Worshipping, worshipping
All that I naught
Worshiping evil
As a man who’s been taught


Images, graven
Statues a raven
Old and the new
Be it ones or in twos


And here I am
Fallen
Down on my knees
A man, I can’t see
All that I should be
All that I could be
If all of my idols
We’re just thrown away


And here I am
Fallen
Down on my face
In the mud, a disgrace
And I’m wounded and hurting
My soul it is burning
And all I have is gone
And all I have is gone


Pedestal, cabinet
Rooftop, parapet
High and the low
Tell me where shall I go


Highways and byways
Cities and towns
From here to eternity
Where am I bound