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The Mountain

I return to the mountain where guilt is interred
My soul flutters for the one last time
I hope it leaves without a pagan cry
I hope there is belief left in it
I hope the darkness hasn’t darkened it
Well, there is a pack of wolves
Who howl in the ears of guilty
Making them feel it before leaving it
But I ain’t one of them
I bury my guilt in the shroud of silence
I want this silence to shield my sins
But this damn silence
It is a cry within
It is the silence of infidelity
I know, you know, but don’t tell the world
Again
I’ll return to the mountain where guilt is interred