Lord,
We're tired.
We're worn out.
We're a war field on the inside,
exploding grenades and all.
You're energy
You're exaustless
You're life in the dead of night,
shooting stars and all.
I'm all human.
You're human holy.
You're inside of me
rub off on me like unwashed dark jeans.
Refining. Redefining.
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