idk
Is God sorry about free will
& why give birth to demons
like Henry Lee Lucas
and Ted Bundy,
and the child abusers
I don't see the sense,
stranger, playground
and my mother's fists....
the tangle strangulation
The rope gets in a twist
of an ankle graying blistering
My demons hesitating
but escapes my drinking,
and I come out the least
of so called understanding
of holy great wisdom.
I don't wish to be born for this,
We are born to be delivered & death,
but what awaits us in hell or heaven?
At least even God carries an ultimate sin,
so the birds flutter always in perfect sync.
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey-Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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