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TAKING CONTROL
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When I began assigning blame
To everyone that I could name
And those whose names I did not know
The blame rained down on those below
Soon everyone was soaking wet
As steeped in blame as one could get
Every mean act, every wrong
The rain of blame went on and on
Until my world was one vast sea
Of blame that somehow stranded me
On my leaky Ark of grief and pain
I longed to see dry land again
Forty days and forty nights
I sloshed around on wrongs and rights
Until the Sun broke through the dark
I wanted off that rage filled Ark
Hurt can be healed eventually
But blame had only stranded me
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