A/N: This one definitely has a different spin than my previous poems. And this site won't let me manipulate the spacing how I'd like, so I went with a strange twist of using the words.

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I'm trying to find my
God
to wear
upon my
chain
around my
neck.
(It is my cross to bear)

I saw my
God,
and then my
chain.
(Satan's silvery glint
among
cloud riddled skies)

Then myGod was gone,
and my
black cross
smm....smmm....smmmmaaashhhhh'd
my
face so...so hard it... hurt

And then the world jussst
froze

dirty bastard how could

you do that to mmm....mmm....mmuh...me

oh...
my.

I am
selfish.

My God was
gone
and replaced
by souls of memory
from the river
St....SSs...Styx
dragging me back to
my happy mi....misery
but there was a
happy.

h-happy.

There was.

A happy.