Coming to Terms

I prayed with a vengeance
Expected with a penchant
Planted the seeds
And sowed what I could from the pavement

I asked the questions
And gave my own answers
With nary a thought I was wrong

I told you what to think
I told you I was right
The God of my own domain

And when you finally spoke
When you finally gave your view
The world fell apart

My vision was destroyed
My compass spun askew
Hanging on was all I could do

And now I can say
Now I can ask
What your point might be?

Did my belief annoy
Disbelief strike a nerve
And the cost, must it be so steep?

So I’ll reserve my rights
Conserve my receipt
Until I come to terms with
Both of our deceits

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