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Something aking to love
Baby Girl,
Get off of my chest
I need to breathe.
Inhale
I have something to let out.
Wipe off the tears
That begs bruises away.
You know what it is like
To live a life
That is swollen on detail
And scarcely explained
In the hope of some outer tranquility?
They say suicide is a coward’s way out
So we stay here the brave ones I suppose
Fearing death the entire time.
Holding on to each other’s shoulders
The ups and downs of life
But all these years later
I still cannot call it humping.
Well it is not like we would get pregnant.
It isn’t like the Buddhist wont go to hell
Their religion has no place for the Christian Lord.
Lord Jesus
What is this all about?
Granting ovaries to those
Who should shave their pubes
Out of shame
Of the children they are.
Infested with everything that would bring me down
Just not enough to kill them.
Coffins end drama.
Though they are made the excuse of so much of it.
Bibles and bibles and bibles
As if to say
“If no one will love you
Then at least you could call this rape
Something akin to love.”
