the pain, the tears, the whirling soul, the shuttered heart, the silent spirit, the grieving soul. the wounded spirit, why, how, why why, the dark beneath the smile, the soul drowns in the tears of the heart as it gushes, for one more chance to feel, to be real, to be open, trapped in this prison of self security, where no intruder can reach, so who will rescue, to trust gain, to hope, to believe, God do you see, hear feel the broken spirit, crushing down form the weight of exceptions, poisoned by own mind, the cancer of thought, oh God, one more shot, one more shot, one more dose, one more cut, one more glimpse, one more drop, one more, the shoulders weigh, is it I , is it you. take over, let me rest, nights go by.. eyes blinking by and by, fading, breaking, finish your work, let me be. thy choice i plea, innocent, i am or not. not i but thee is my heart gentle whisper, thee is life my mind mutter, life is heavy my soul cries, lay down your cross and die to thyself your spirit cries out. it must be I the pride screams so be it, your face says. and all over i the whole gushes, the whirling darkness echoes, the heart shudders. I too am human, I too am ordinary, i too feel, I too cry, I too yens for, I too wish for, The past is gone, this is it, i accept, my surrender plea, I too maybe one with thee, so its you now. for leo is no more, so Christ is more more. once i die 9 death, your spirit cuts deep, torn shredded, enshrined, dethroned , died, is my saving grace i sing, my-life i give to this deathless death i yield, so cut me deeper and deeper load, till all yields, by Leo Kunz
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