I kneel
to almost anything.
Blind
obedience
is my
calling.
And my favourite
pastime.
It gets
me through
night
after night
of
disgusting enactments.
Life.
Played
out.
Like a
joke.
But my
back is tired.
My knees
are sore.
And my
hands are so bloody.
They no
longer care
what the
sacrifice
is for.
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