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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dear God, Why do you mock me so? my Mother is hooked up to some respirator, dying. My father is hooked up on heroine, crying. And you find it amusing to let me watch this charade of, what is supposed to be your idea of a fruitful life. A son, her son, her husband, his wife you sit in your heaven comfortably, and death, takes her life. Creator! I call you out this moment, can you even hear me? can you even listen to these words, oh glorious one? where was your mercy? for your own son. Have I not been truthful? Have I not been kind, yet you let the bad ones see and leave the good ones blind. Leave her behind! take me, can't you see? the animal that I am, my sinful fee Oh Lord, dearest Lord, if she must go lead her to a better place, somewhere far from what you call heaven, somewhere far from what you call hell. So she may dwell, in a place of fairness. and justice and forgiveness and love. the virtues you promised as you smile from above. You find me cold? do you find me a traitor? how can I then betray, dear God, a hypocrite curator? Forget this prayer, yeah just let it be. my mind is already free, and free and free, Oh yes! what to pick for my mothers funeral dress? a teal blue, to show her sincerity, perhaps plain black, to show the tragedy of it all? maybe. I was her baby... Did you think of that? no, guess it slipped your mind, omnipotent one, confident and humorous one, in our day to day grind. Goodbye to an angel, hello to a slave just behave, there is no turning back, just darkness, turns black, roses stack... ...on a grave.
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