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I have failed
I have vomited forth
the scope of my beliefs
the essence of my religion
lost it in the industrial swamp
through the din of the status quo
met with silence or worse

I have whispered with oblique reference
the hopes closest to my soul
while hammering home the most trivial
of hackneyed cliches
spelling out the names
of my favorite ball players
like a pantheon of saints

I have been angry at the wrong things
Used my rage ineffectively
to destroy myself
to ensure failure
I have put my trust in shiny objects
to dazzle myself into submission
to aspire to become part of the great beast

the fire that once
kept me up at night
has been doused, stirred
covered in ashes and mud
as I come to accept my fate
a puppet of artifice
longing to belong