it's the secrets sometimes
that tear through the holes behind my eyes;
they become a country of one,
dictating the course i must take

i settle below their feet,
awaiting a lashing for my purpose

awaiting a sentence for my crime

and i know there is no such leniency
for those that attempt to overthrow;

i've learned my place well

but i won't stop kneeling before the hand of god,
the bruises becoming mold atop my palms

i've taken his will to the extreme
and someone must seek retribution

for i,
having played my pawn against a queen,
have no more moves left.

10/09/2009

Posted on 06/20/2012
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