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God wants me to fix this world.

Should I tear open my chest and crack my ribs to show my ethereal light?

Will I vomit up sin so I can be cleansed and pure?

Do you find me disgusting? disturbing?

Do I discomfort you?
Am I too raw? Too honest? Too ugly for you to understand?

You lack hope. I harbour fear. 

God wants me to fix this world. 

And until then I can't disappear.