99 Millionth
eating leftovers that had turned to gruel this morning
was reminded of you
and the crap that you feed my grandchildren
and the other crap that they are forced to swallow
the world is not going to get any easier
so why not prepare them at least a lil bit for the
harsh realities that
they will certainly face
if you took any joy in any of your doctrines
i would trust your decisions more
the suffering is optional
the forgiveness is mostly for the forgiver
yesterday is no more
we can only go forward
what if your kids didn't believe in your fear
what if they choose love instead
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