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The church has given up on me.
Giants of bureaucrats sit on their thrones
Referred to as justice
They have their agendas
Call it by any other name
I call it prejudice.
No family to call my own
Empty mansions
Unoccupied rooms
The halls are empty
My car has no passengers
I live alone,
drive alone
dine alone
die alone
In death, they’ll be no contending
my last rights
No one to mourn over my remains
Sad day when
The swimming pools are empty
No one to listen to my stories
Books go unread
The only thing left to share is a four by eight room.
I feel the noose getting tighter around my neck
I picture my life slipping away.
There’s no life to speak of.
Gone away,
all I have left is my memories
Some haunt
Others hurt
No legacy,
Gloating over my death
While going through my spoils
Only to find
The biggest lie ever told to me
Doesn’t exist.
In life and in death.
Love is unimaginable
God is unimaginable
Two excuses
That are unforgivable.

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