Face down
Heart out
Hands let down
Drowning out
Chasing new breath
In surrender
Throwing out wrath
Shedding old skin
Never be the same again
He vowed
Two days passed
In the same scenario
In the same tears
In the same wounds
In the same knees
There he was
For another fake deliverance
Four days passed
And…
As expected…
There he was
Again!
Fake! Fake! Fake!
Fake Deliverance!
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