i die a million deaths <br />at the hands of a million whores <br />i'm sold over and over again <br />across countless shifting shores <br />i have no scared temple left <br />where i can rest a sacred note <br />there is noone to quench my thirst <br />now or forever more <br />i shall starve for an eternity <br />before the mannah shall find me <br />i shall walk nude amongst you wolves <br />till night's dark cloak doth clothe me <br />O man i am your Faith <br />and thou hasth abandoned me <br />O man that time is not far off <br />when i too shall abandon thee.....<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saints-dont-live-here-any-more/
