Lead Me

Bite my flesh with razor steel,

I'll fight it only if I must.

And if its stench is of mold and blood,

I'll assist in scraping away the rust.

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Rip my heart to shreds of mud,

Life will only lighten.

If my mind would cease to think,

I would have no war to fight in.

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Death relieves the responsibility of life,

in heart or mind or sight.

Icey smiles cause a wisp of conscience

to flutter astray in fright.

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Life's resources boast too many price tags,

Don't know if the profit pays.

I pray for my conscience to grow lighter

so it can smoothly lead me in my ways.