Fragment

the mind grows weak the body trembles
and the heart pounds heavy on the anvil
of inception nowhere does it say of course
the shrapnel of deliverance enters where
the wound reveals itself in all it’s glory
the fire rages through the human sacrifice
horrific in the jungle of regret
i have done nothing i have done nothing
i have lost the bet constrained by always
walking on the quicksand of an opportunity
to run and hide and shackle wrists and feet
to an oak and pray for sustenance from
gods too firm in the belief separation
ritual does not conquer where the devil hides