<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388986" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Temple Of The Self # 5</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">guilty fingers pointing back<br>till they pierce our heart.<br>i could say i'm not like you, <br>but you'd shine a light into my dark! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we take without thinking<br>about the scars we leave behind.<br>make judgements without blinking, <br>the walking deaf and blind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the sound of the heart<br>shakes the ground.<br>hunger burns, the sea churns, <br>and babies drown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you pray to God, <br> but your prayers fall amid the furor.<br>in the temple of the self, <br> bowing down to the mirror!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388986" data-title="Temple Of The Self # 5 de Eric Cockrell" data-description="guilty fingers pointing back till they pierce our heart. i could say i'm not like you, but you'd shine a light into my dark! we take without thinking about the scars we leave behind. make judgements without blinking, the walking deaf and blind..."></div> </div> </div>

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