I've been broken on my own rack

amid dark nights and panic attacks

and now I'm forced to confess

I cannot endure notions of holiness

through every course of prayer and fasting

came no transcendence that was lasting

I thought too much on what was beyond my scope

while ordinary folk kept a simple faith and hope

yes yes spiritual pride common as a grave

has hollowed me out with nothing left to save

how to fill this hole in me I've no clue

I have no idea what I had to do

all I've sought now means nothing to me

I've grown ugly in my pursuit of beauty

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