“CHANGE your switch”,
I’m stepping out of the sad
resounding of
adulterated answers.
They hurt like bites.
The lies cage of likely beaten
I root through God’s absence.
The hatreds bringing
desolation to the innocent
while somewhere so close maybe.
You know sudden black. Don’t
you remember? Take
It out. Someone
will remember
time’s up.
Bitter lies, pallidly interweaving.
Outside my door,
Back to your hell.
And something
Important I’ve always been trying to say
Love. Not a foreign Kingdom or
a cold headstone without an epitaph.
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