Where You Kneel, When You Kneel
I curse the ground where you kneel.
A petitioner and penitent,
You give too much power to the fear you feel.
The power of guilt brings fear.
You can't deny it or turn away;
Your conscience and its false god are always near.
Break your idols and be free.
But walk away, your way and don't fly.
Wings: they always melt, feeding you to the sea.
But when your thoughts are so strong,
That you don't need to exaggerate...
To rise well above the chaos and the throng.
In that place of mind,
To kneel is to be kind...
And to kneel when you are there,
Is an almost divine display of care.
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