How now can I be wanting out?
It's only now I've been admitted
How now can I be wanting drought?
It's only now my sin's acquitted--
Drowned! Not even in my tears,
But flushed, dissolved in cleansing rain
As sweet perfection's debut nears
What parts of me sneer in disdain?
Which greener, dumber parts await
Their pagan resurrection?
What do they think they can create
Outside the walls of introspection?
When did I become what I flout?
How now can I be wanting out?
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I really like this. It shows how we want so bad to be accepted and then when we are we realize its not all it cracks up to be. And then we look at ourselves and say "I wanted this didn't I? Whats wrong with me? I don't want it anymore." even though we realize when we look into ourselves it isn't us. it all flowed very nicely and didn't sound forced at all.
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