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Motivated by reflexes Dragging air of remote disdain Sober the self grim satisfaction From the tides of time refrain Surf the pulse in my ears Unraveled string of consciousness Receding fear behind the darkness Yearning for the God I trust Nothing More I can say Nothing More I can say Separate yourself from them Separate yourself from them Consumed sentiment Blind emotion Interlace through common belief Sacrificed all they loved For the Savior that died as a thief Nibble at the fringes of circumspect Harvest the shredded doubt Gather what little remains And faith will quench the drought