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I’m a faker.
A fraud.
I call out to God.
I dare say his name.
He won’t give me a nod.
I’m abandoned, alone.
He sits on his throne.
My troubles are small.
And he don’t even know.
Just give me a chance.
Take my hand in this dance.
Of begging and crying and spearing a trance.
And as I try to get my head out the fog.
I can only look back.
And feel oh so small.