It digs its way deeper into my being
The blood and pain start to matter less
In the face of the world that has moved on
I must recede, I must diminish
To become more, I must become the least
The least will be most
The meek shall be strong
Destiny appears far off; within my grasp
Contentment ruins promise
Like giving a self-help book to a blind man
An empty gesture, a meaningless thought
Distraction abounds to deter your eyes from the prize
It digs further into who I was, who I am
Becoming who I will be
I fall to my knees; turn to the heavens and in the depths of my dying, I beg
Take this thorn from me...
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