The promised flesh,
Or the cold, hard, stone?
Do we have a problem
When other people are fine
And it's myself I distrust?
When my mind can entertain all sides
Yet still maintain the record of deadly wrongs.
What am I killing -
Is it really me,
Or just who I could have been?
Surely you are bigger than emotion,
Because at the moment
Emotion is bigger than me.
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