Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Spotless Soul

That devil ravaged my spotless soul
And then you died and were glorified
But I was numb and they mocked my bulk
And the bitterness grew like a tree
Within me. My mind was threadbare
I did not care as they fought over
The remnants of your great estate

They flee with the prime cuts
They swoop, carry away their prey
Leaving me lancing the wounds
And telling twisted tales in which
Your quirks become capital crimes
And you are no longer any kin of mine
And I retreat into the divine


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