Face down and reluctant.
Pridefully humble.
Talking and talking like whispers.
Your words truly are whispers,
if I could listen I would hear them.
My whispers are like demands.
Your whispers are like diamonds.
Praying through my teeth,
Demanding my inheritance before its due
is like wishing your Father is dead
is like envy.
Envy is like sin
...is like death.
Death is like...
SEPARATION.
Your whispers are like...
REDEMPTION.
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