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I cried today to see if I was
still alive.
So long I had watched him try to survive.
On that day, I waited but he never did arrive.
What lie today would he use to connive?
When I got to where he lay.
They said there was nothing left to revive,
To go back home tell my Ma and my sister who was five.
I walked back home through
the woods and over the train tracks,
The house was lit, through the trees, just a bit, and that's when it
hit.
From up above, which had always lacked my love, like an angel or a dove.
It took my wind away and I had to sit,
Try to breathe, but what I saw I couldn't admit,
Just couldn't just omit that this was it.
That essential moment of lucidity
that the elders had always spoke.
I fainted with the devil laughing.
The light was gone when I awoke.
In my veins I felt the burning, the frying, the crying of my heart now
broke. God, this idea,
This notion,
Had I swallowed the potion?
Since that dusty day when he
started this bad dream,
Tears have run down like a stream.
Poisoned and scammed in the moonlit hours of weakness.
Taught Moses was the ruler of meekness.
It couldn't be true,
No way they just have no clue.
The light that day was just
ironic, and the book is just lies,
And believers are moronic.
But the words are deadly and bubonic.
Still so many drink this alleged healing tonic.
Like he did, before succumbing to illness with something pneumonic.
Why must so many die, while so many just want to live or at least try?
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