the painful incision
of the angels transcription
burned like the conviction
of my past addiction
to cynicism and doubt
of the man in the clouds
I convinced myself somehow
I knew what life was about
but now under the combined
weight of ignorance and pride
I can hardly catch a breath
let alone to take a step
for such a wretch like I
'tis a suitable death
I look to the right and the left
and I plea for a hand
but they move on no regret
for I deserve what I get
under rain of acid and spit
prideful is in no way descript
of the way that I feel
as the downpour peels
away a layer of evil
i continue still
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