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Dead Faith
by Satish Verma
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  Pardon my mask
I will put you on a pedestal to torment me,
because you were necessary for my existence.

When I prepare finally my death wish
you can smile.
Your eyes are looking through my head,
I know, you were hurt from my moon face.

I will wash your feet with my tears now.
Exhausted, nameless in a crowd
I was counting my see-through triumphs
all piled up as burned out bones.

To live without meaning is very painful.
Everything is abused for self-gratification.
Over a black sky, against the mountains
the old silence becomes teeth of a dead faith.
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July 01, 2012
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