Crosses
We all suffer at the hands of another
wish we could see it's not our fault
but our mother's.
Praying to the wall
it'll make you feel better
I won't stand for that ********
won't even pray for a brother.
For there's no such thing as a God
but sorrow and hate
We,us humans, **** one another
to incriminate
our fears and losses.
we're our own devils in disguise
wearing upside down crosses.
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