Pass by the ongoing light of movement and sounds
A splash of clear liquid hits the clean surface
Shrugging commands that are meant to be followed
Hiding in my refuge of a room to avoid those strangers
Serving as a slave to the almighty of our days
Cleaning when seeing such a miniscule fragment hit the shrine
Missing a spot
Everything I do wrong
Everything I do right
Everything I am
He is not
Everything I want
He cannot provide
Is not his house in his eyes.
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