We Call Ourselves Gods

And of course I have become so accustomed to the stress that was  a l w a y s  there

The  w o r r y  that always accompanies the need to be busy

The  t h i r s t  to have a cause

I become withered like a weeping willow

Knarled and twisted and weeping for

e t e r n i t y

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