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Faith was the football, then you twisted my ankle in spite

Treacherous
i am the swaying broken bridge
parched wooden planks
before the desert filled with sinking sand
to your sweet sweet  promised land
hold your holy handbooks close
these steep rocky canyon cliffs
are killers in the dark
your crumbling kingdom calls for their savior
but it's a sight to see the righteous run away
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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