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home sweet home
a babylonian recluse
my own christ over run
parasite ridden exsistence
apathy over turned
my grave stone
scribled with prayers
shackled to bone by rosary
and the days stand on end
their spines bent into spirals
warping mind into illusion
but we all bear our crosses

wilderness stricken
the wolves hunting
the blood of demons
the church's right hand
crosses your face
with the force of nature
so bury that hatred with a hatchet
drown that resentment in IBU
and become the beast
you have hidden beneath
that fragile flesh.

36

youre adrift in the sea
your raft bashful
ashamed of the urchin it's carrying
to embankment after embankment
searching for another earthen sprawl
to reach jagged claws into
and resurface the reassurance
that all good things do come to an end

the ocean breathes deep mist filled breathes
down your back and beneath your heels
as you stand top heavy over this great sea
the general convictions
and yearly vows become shit in your wake
terrorizing magnificent lands
and in tow you bring hatred
worth a walk on coals
and a love so shattered
the shards would make their way to our hearts
completely under the radar
and for compassion
you lack the vocabulary for such gracious deeds.