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in moments thoughts of god creep in

The sky is angry
violent trembles are shedding its breast
in a feeble attempt to reach for everything
that never had a pulse begin to quake
in fear of a guttural response from deft vocal chords

one that festers the rain to cry out
in a pain I've grown to shelter
sputtering
stuttering
racking the underbelly of nothing
yet inviting a tectonic shift lowly demons can never witness

and if there is a heaven
beyond all the whore stars and misplaced childhood dreams
I know it's spleen was cracked straight down the middle
the jugular has been split instantaneously
and the bellows of naked redemption
hang tired upon meat hooks soaked in penance

it's barring apt tattoos prostituted by the (un)justified
and painting a car crash I have yet to suffocate

so why do I find comfort in it's sandpaper language
stroking me raw in a sirens tease
when I decided I hated the sound of music years ago
even though I still listen to post grunge and dying faith
like I'll find that salvaged apathy lost on a sinners tongue


Written by kourtnissixxx
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