Suicide Is Dangerous
In the light she died,
although it was I that faded to blindness.
The Beloved
ransacked me, She was ungentle.
Years past, empty nights, grey hours
in the harsh light of anger.
I held my grudge against Her
like a hot iron.
Then She died for me.
I awoke remembering what I had done
and was distraught.
None can kill God,
all death is a lie
told to the back of your eyes,
yet slowly killing myself killed Her also.
Suicide is the ultimate sin,
not a crazy doctrinal unfeeling edict,
but a warning.
If you try to kill God,
the Beloved will find you
and Her love will not be gentle.
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