Gravity and the sun (and every silly thing I've ever done)
shape the contours of my skin
I'm only human, after all
Can't pray to a god I don't believe in

And yours will be the voice I hear
the angel on my shoulder, Devil in my ear

Something's punched a hole in my world
my gravity, leaching away
An ego like an empty honeycomb
All the roles I've played, now retired...

Emotional devotionals, giving form to fictions
The urge to merge has faded, the urge to share no longer there

The urge to purge has taken root, This old dog gets no bone

And yours will be the voice I hear
the angel on my shoulder, Satan in my ear

Here's where we find out who we are
What happens when we learn the truth?
One day we'll wake up and understand what we've done
Open-mouthed in horror as we contemplate that news...

Emotional devotionals, giving form to fictions
The urge to merge has faded, the urge to share no longer there

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