Untitled #263 / Cruel Creator
Oh God! Cruel Creator! You mock me!
You give me a heart for boundless love
but shut all its gates and hung a scarecrow outside
to ensure that any pity trickling in from without
would be but tears in an ocean!
Why must men and women sing your name on Sundays?
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
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