Waiting

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Why do you wipe the tears from my eyes just to put them back again?

Why do you weep so deep before you raise a dead man?

Why do you show your plan when through fingers it slips like glistening sand?

Why do you wrest me from time, then watch me attempt to live where I am?

Yet I'm no longer who I was,

And you are not who I thought.

I miss my illusion.

But I won't turn back,

With your blood I'm bought.