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Goodbye Lord

Its been a hard road

You helped me build.

Im grateful.

You got me through

Some dark times.

I thought you a light,

A torch in the darkness,

But really

It was my magic.

My fire.

My light.


They told me you were watching

As though it was a comfort.

And I tried

To feel helped


I tried so hard

To give you the love

I was told you created

But you cannot fill with adoration

What is an abyss.


The fairy stories

I believed in.

The rituals

I practiced.

Like a child

I grew in faith

But now I am strong

I must let go of

Childish fantasy


You made me who I am

As a mother shapes

Her child

But now that I am



You don't complete me

(Like you used to)


So again,

Thank you

You loved me

You raised me

But its time.

You set up the pieces

But I alone

Must play the game.


Know I'll always love

The things you were to me

But now strength

Has replaced faith


I implore you

Be proud

Of what God hath wrought



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