being like them (12/06/2017)

Little too literary 
Exquisite pain of visionaries 
scalding spray of mercenaries 
losing wars on aviaries

I was a dreamer once
Now I'm just a dream catcher
I was a dreamer once 
now I'm just an ex pastor
Fingers feeling the lines 
where a collar chafed for decades 
like a leatherneck
saving my voice from demons
but it was all a wartime ruse ;
ideas rusting in disuse

we spent life slipping between cracks
so now it doesn't feel like im big enough to stand over anything

trying on different skins 
but gods never been one for tailoring

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not very good at this

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