Sometimes
I don’t feel the weight
Of my wickedness
When I just count my people
… misplace my security
… and collapse
My wisdom
Is the law
Of this world
When I just count my people
...not your scars
...not your love
Don’t let
My foot slip
Overcome me
When I crucify you in pride
… I need your scars
… I need your love
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