unwanted
broken
works of art
scattered on the floor
misunderstanding leading grief
into their hearts
it's not what
do you
think
I'm here to make friends
I've given it some thought
so no
I'm hoping to make me out of the foggy sky
without stumbling into your blessed catastrophe
never would have thought you were any less appealing
you're more or less kneeling
in front of humanity begging for your son back
coward
you unholy death
that takes my breath
still far from fucking tact
not as a part of your love
but apart from your knowledgeable insight
why do I even bother
you hold me back
grasping for what I really mean
I'll teach you with me
this will always be my prayer
for the God
of me
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