your ashes adorn my neck
beside where i received
the touch of god
from a god that never
cared for me
came to exist
loved me.
Loss and what follows
goddamn.
alparazolam.
Clearing
All the shackled
Memories loose.
How could a mother,
Do that to her son?
Now i hate mostly
Everything and everyone
The sound these
Voices make as
They beg for god
To hear them
To fear them.
A smile doesn't
Match a face
A heart filled
By religious chaste
Put them in water
Make them drown
With a badge
Reading I believed
I believed
I believed
"At least I believed"
around them, i worry
about footing within
the family and what
we refuse to believe
we lost.
the matriarch, some
were gifted to call their mother
a home to show our children
one to relive the youth
we lost.
I will never kneel.
I will never bow,
my head as a sign,
of respect and appreciation.
Your god means nothing to me
His son means nothing to me
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