HABIT GOD

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How fine the mesh of reason that I weave
......To strain the gnats of negativity,
And never see the cloak of doubt
......Whose darkness still envelops me,
In altar-niche, hidden deep within,
.......Loved with feel of fear and fate,
Worshipped through the patterns of my past,
.......The Habit-God needs only sit...and wait.
Arise, my feeling heart and meet
.......The great excitement of my mind.
In the joyous blending of the two
.......False-gods of doubt are left behind.
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From Life's a Bitch by GeoE
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