a held hand trembling
a hand held
trembling
parental
instinct
kicks in
as an lifting
to paternal
washes
away
that
darkness,
this world
is bleeding
like the wisdom
of the forgotten
and the demons
take control,
and we wish
we could end this,
wood bark so hallow
like the vulnerability
like the snapping
of little sticks.
We won't allow this,
protect the good-ness
of remaining
planet of scarcity
a risk of swallowing
our so called selfish-ness
to do the righteous
When he rises, our Jesus.
I can't be a disciple
my sins shall burn
for the pain and the hurt,
a snake so worn
will come to senses,
and realization,
I don't belong
to a fireplace,
of such a song,
leave with a haste...
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