Blind as a newborn

On the Feast of Saints Peter and Paul

Blind as a newborn, I still argued that my path was correct. Blinded by you the blinding sun. Broken like Peter when his master said, Get behind me. Broken like Peter after his third chance. Dying because you the magic live. Alive because you the magic died.

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