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I'll Be Gone

Iíll be gone  
When God becomes a myth  
From talking heads  
And their lips of sticks  
Who spit splinters into eyes  
Of Summerís hope and Winterís blind  
But not I, I will be gone  
Beware of the craftsman  
Who mills words into art  
Dusting up clouds of noise  
To storm within the heart  
For no reason, or nothing to give  
Other than just to make God another myth  
But not I, I will be gone
Vferry
Written by Vferry
Published | Edited 16th Oct 2020
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