I must find the strength to endure
There is a tsunami of insults hard to ignore
They stand around to count my sins
Like hungry wolves with bloody grins

I must confess I am no saint
You my dear, your misdeeds I do faint
Look not upon and tread intentionally on me
I am more than what you'll try to ever be

You take upon yourself to ignite the embers of hate
Gathering far and wide company who similarly berate
The question of your insecurity is astounding
You have no morsel of faith in alone standing

You spread lies to keep your score
It's a cyclic pattern, pity you don't have more
You dine at the table of truth and morals
Your food; cold and rotten with your bitter quarrels

Everyone, is fallen from heaven's grace
It's not mine, yours or anyone's judging place
Whatever, the reason to not find one's peace
They make up to learn and return in mercy in one piece

Go ahead, read aloud your false scriptures
I will be bloodied, bruised with fissures
You can keep me down and pleasure in the temporal win
I have gone through worse, you don't know where I have been

So keep your judgements for someone else
I have had enough, they will fade, all your yells

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