Torn
Into the pieces from form
Unrecognizable, even from self
Twisted and broken into new
Tired
Dark and deepening
Lower to rest not coming
Even sleep is robbed
Hunger
Insatiable like desire
Still waiting for recourse
Undying but unfulfilled
Life
Painful still, but soon reminding
Everything is for Your Glory
Can this journey be accomplished
Will strength come and visit me
If I give my last remaining part
Of my broken self
Into the pieces from form
Unrecognizable, even from self
Twisted and broken into new
Tired
Dark and deepening
Lower to rest not coming
Even sleep is robbed
Hunger
Insatiable like desire
Still waiting for recourse
Undying but unfulfilled
Life
Painful still, but soon reminding
Everything is for Your Glory
Can this journey be accomplished
Will strength come and visit me
If I give my last remaining part
Of my broken self
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