| I fought the good fight, I lost that fight. |
almost five years
proves the ineptitude of a cunt
called god
sometime in that first summer
i sat across a black man in an interview
who kept on saying the position required someone beyond reproach
i didn’t understand what he was saying
and he probably didn’t either
so he should’ve just shut the fuck up
he can shut the fuck up now
i found another job
what comes after spoils
invisible, undesired among my brethren
unbecomely among comelier sisteren
going out to meet the philistine
sallying forth to meet the alien
drawing forth the sword at his side
to cut off his head with it
but loneliness is a giant
neither small stone nor sling shot
can knock down
true or false,
in the fashioning of a lyre,
the cruel have been rewarded
they have been blessed and contented
by a cunt called god
they don’t even believe in
it’s about time for reckoning and punishment
going out to meet the philistine
sallying forth to meet the alien
drawing forth the sword at the giants side
his sixth finger named him loneliness
neither stone nor sling shot can knock can knock him down
whose swords would like to find
the unfound ending
in your mother’s stomach
in your pulverized bride’s insides
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| Author, BlazingTheNightAway |
