My love is being tested
like Job in the desert
Time crawls like poisoned flies
dying slowly in the reserve
of toxic tears which disappear
into cracks between the ground
upon where I used to feel alive
Now silence all around
Sometimes doesn't justify
repeating each offense
Excuses only crucify
the meaning of repent
I stare intently at the rope
wondering how long it will take
to hang my regrets forever
and change my given fate
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