To get up off your knees,
And then demand the terms
Of freedom, of release
So start the car and drive
And clear the wheezing cough
To make it out alive,
Break all the mirrors off
Since hurt won't hold you now
I know some hands that will
The cost: a sober vow
the payment: ceaseless fill
Wow! Its like God was using you as His vessel when you wrote this... Seriously, that is an awesome poem. Thanks for posting it
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