I see pieces of my past buried
Some are moments of people long gone
Some are those that I no longer hate
Some I no longer love
Then as I reach one particular grave
It was of my faith in loving
And it is the most decorated one
When I struggle with facades of folks
I visit it often, to sit by and smile
For it was the most adamant and arrogant
It was the most difficult to kill
I do not lament on its death though
For I know love is not what is desired
We just cast lies and deciet in a form
And call such abomination love and grace.
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